Oh Baby, Baby!

I know, I know... I've been terrible with the updates this summer. I have pics from last month still in the camera, I have a backyard that resembles a jungle and bowls of uneaten produce on my counter. It's a bit of a mess, but I do have a good excuse.

We'll call it progesterone poisoning.

Yes, gentle readers, it is true. After over a year of trying, we are going to be parents again.

We've been getting the "when are you having another one?" questions [digs] since a few months after Quinn was born. I have a colleague that has greeted me with "So, when are you having ta girl" since the first time I met her... in the fall of 2007. It was never our intention for him to be an only child. Unfortunately, every time we started "talking about it" again, something would crop up. Some little things, some big. Some things like viral myocarditis.

So, I dropped 30lbs. We tried to align schedules and to get more sleep. We ate healthier. Nothing.
Then I gave up. At least for a little while, to regroup before I had to take that long hormonally charged walk down to the fertility clinic.

As is the way with most things in my life, that's what finally did it. Surprise!!

So far, we're so good. As of today, we are 7 weeks and 2 days closer to our new arrival!

Things seem a bit different this time as well. With Quinn, I kept getting "maybe" for pregnancy results and I don't remember having any nausea until well into the third trimester. This time, the test turned positive before I was done with it! I stared at it thinking "Aren't I supposed to wait two minutes and check the control window or some shit???" The nausea this time is the stuff of legends. I'm not throwing up (like a few of my girlfriends are/have done) but I'm existing solely on crackers, cheese, gingerale and peppermint tea most days. I'm not sleeping well, I'm having vivid crazy dreams, the PVC's are annoying, my head wants to hit the desk every morning about 8:30 and I'm considering having phones installed in the bathrooms.

But it's worth it. So very worth it.

Quinn is thrilled with the concept of having a younger sibling. He's been naming imaginary ones for months. He's not sure if he wants a Macaroni Joe Sean or a Zoe Pam more, but he is very insistent on wanting an older sister. We are trying to explain this one to him, but so far, to no avail.

There you have it. The big news. As with everything else, I'll keep you updated... when I can get to it. :)

Here's a handy little ticker from Lilypie that will help keep things in perspective. I'm posting the mini version on this blog and on my Facebook page.

And most of all, wish us luck!