Pink or Blue?

So, as the rest of the world is slowly picking up, I must divulge to you, my single reader.

I'm pregnant.

I was getting frustrated because it was not happening as quickly as I would have liked once I made the decision to have another child, now that it's here I think: Why was I in such a hurry? I can never imagine what people are going through who have fertility issues - I have been blessed with a fertile womb and a fertile husband. But why did I get so annoyed when it didn't happen one month in to my decision?

I feel run down, queasy (although not sick, I've also been blessed there), tired, cranky and bloated. My clothes still fit but I feel uncomfortable in them. I have the urge (which I almost always indulge) to wear pjs every second that I am home. I'm hungry all the time and yet also have a stomachache at all times. Why can't pregnancy be happy from beginning to end? Why must your body act like it's rejecting a foreign growth on your abdomen first?

Anyhow, enough of that rant. I'm happy I'm pregnant. Here's hoping for another boy (one that doesn't do Evel Knieval stunts). I'm hungry.