I'm A Bad Blogger and This Post Has No Point Really. Sorry.

I really meant to keep up on this thing. I had the best intentions of keeping it updated, but to be honest, not much has been happening.

Well, that's not true. We finally got a house! We get the keys next Monday and we are really excited to start making it ours.

Also, I actually look like I'm pregnant, not just like I had a big lunch. It's very bizarre to wake up one day and BAM, your stomach is round and there is not a chance in hell you can suck that bad boy in. Then again, I've heard a lot of the morbidly obese people on "The Biggest Loser" say the same thing. I'm not sure where I was going with that comparison... Moving on.

These days I require 9 hours of sleep minimum or I start to fall asleep at my desk. I'm no longer nauseous at all in the morning, or at any other point in the day, but if I am in the passenger seat of the car for too long I will get the urge to vomit, and 4 out of 5 times, actually do so once the car ride is over. This will probably be the last post in which I mention getting sick and/or vomiting. You are welcome.

So, I'm 18 1/2 weeks pregnant today, which means in 1 1/2 weeks at the 20 week anatomy scan ultrasound we will find out if we're having a boy or girl. People keep asking me what I want, and I refuse to answer. What a stupid question.

It's kind of an awful thing to ask, right? I don't even think about it myself, who cares anyway?

Am I going to love it any less depending on the gender? No. Does the thought of a penis growing inside of me freaks me out a little bit? Absolutely.

But the entire process of growing ANYTHING inside me that will one day do walk, talk and take all of my money scares the living shit out of me.

So I guess it's all relative.