Beans, beans, spilling everywhere...

OK, I think many of you know by now, but I'm pregnant. Just over 15 weeks now. I never feel safe talking about it because I am a crazy superstitious Indian lady (and grew up in a house where my feminist physician mom talked about the evil eye-- have fun with that one...) but I figured I'd just get it out there. THERE. So, yeah, no pina coladas for me in PR, even though we stayed in the hotel where they were supposedly invented.

It's great and weird and exciting and almost a non-event in some ways. When I was pregnant with Chickie, I thought about being pregnant every second, and honestly, that wasn't all that great since I was pretty nervous a lot of the time. This time, I often forget that I'm pregnant-- up until this week, I would have to be reminded by the relentless, nagging nausea that decided to visit me for about 8 hours a day. So, emotionally, it's been easier this time around-- much less anxiety. Physically, it's been much harder-- there's no way in hell to get enough rest, and forget about eating well because I was really just trying not to barf most of the time. But thankfully, I think I'm really turning a corner now and starting to feel more normal.

So, yes, that's why I went on that night-weaning campaign after Christmas-- no way in hell was I going to breastfeed my toddler 5 times a day while trying to grow a baby and a placenta! The good news is that it looks like we're making progress towards dropping the before bed nursing... Daddy and "Goodnight Moon" have been sufficient distractions. Dunno what I'm going to do tomorrow night when Dan stays out late playing Dungeons & Dragons (yeah, you read that right), but we'll see. I thought my milk was supposed to turn salty and gross between week 12-16, but I guess that either hasn't happened, or my kooky kid doesn't care. I keep thinking that he'll miraculously wean himself, but that's probably not happening... we'll see. I just want him weaned significantly before this baby comes because I don't want him to totally freak out and demand to nurse 24/7 when I'm trying to do just that with a newborn.

It's amazing how much I had forgotten about what it's like to be pregnant. I remembered feeling tired at the beginning and exhausted and enormous at the end (with back pain all the way through), but I forgot about awesome first-trimester acne (totally PMS/9th grade from hell), insane hormone-induced crying fits about nothing at all, the constant stuffy nose at night, and, my personal favorite-- insomnia.

Here's the big question-- boy or girl? We find out in 2 weeks. Any guesses? Can't wait to find out.