Baby made me do it.

Almost as soon as I became friends with women who either had children or were pregnant, I started hearing horror stories about all the strange, annoying, and downright disgusting things that happen to a woman's body during pregnancy. I am not naturally an optimist (far from it, actually), but I resolved almost before the second line showed up that I would try to enjoy being pregnant and try to find the positives in the situation. Lucky me, I've already found one.

From what I've read and experienced so far, early pregnancy is not a fun time. BUT it has given me a great scapegoat to turn to when I need to explain away odd behaviors. Now, before you start calling me a horrible mother for blaming my kid for my oddities, I feel like it's ok for now because the baby can't even hear me yet. Right? Right.

Quite honestly, it's nice to have someone else to blame for the strange stuff I'm doing these days. It definitely saves me from at least some of the good-natured teasing my husband, who shall henceforth be known only as B, would usually give me. The best part is, most of this is legit.

Let me illustrate my point with a few examples.

Situation: I spend the last half hour of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants crying.
My response: Baby's making me crazy emotional.

Situation: I head off to the bathroom to pee every 20 freaking minutes.
My response: Baby's sitting on my bladder.

Situation: I'm so bloated that my stomach looks like it was inflated with an air compressor.
My response: Um, the baby's the size of a grain of rice by now. That totally explains how it's taking up all of the extra room in my waistbands.

Problem: It takes me almost an hour to type a simple blog post.
My response: The baby is eating my brain. I'm seriously convinced that this is happening.

See, the baby is an all-purpose, equal opportunity excuse. Only another month and a half before I can share this excuse with the world...

Welcome!

Welcome to my blog. I've been wanting to jump on the blogging bandwagon for awhile now, and I figured the little person growing in my uterus was the perfect reason to start. As you can see from the blindingly white expanse of flesh in the picture to the right, I'm currently not that pregnant (side note - a friend tells me there's only one kind of pregnant - completely - but I disagree). Despite that fact, I'm already completely in awe of the bebe and amazed by everything it's doing to me. This whole "motherhood" thing is a little bit (ok, a LOT) scary and overwhelming and terrifying and so incredibly exciting. This is the place I plan on doing some processing and memorializing, as well as writing about my life in general (don't get too excited...it's not all that thrilling).

So, there it is. Thanks for stopping by, feel free to take a look around, and hopefully you'll be back soon.