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Yaaaaayyyy!!!! I'm finally pregnant! Almost two sodding years of trying - not that that isn't fun, mind - and we're finally going to have another little one. We're due on Thanksgiving Day, November 23, but I'm hoping to deliver a week or two ahead of time so that much turkey may be murdered and consumed, and I can drink the drained-off grease while I'm at it. Oooooh yes. Life is good.

I started thinking something was off when I was teaching my advanced Qi Gong class, went to lead everyone in squats, and couldn't do a single one without falling on my bum. Versus the week before, when I did just fine, thanks. This was also the month where I lost count of days, figured I was near the end of my cycle, and was informed by my acupuncturist (Michele) that I was already a day late. Enter one negative pregnancy test, followed a few days later by one that, I realized later, I threw away as negative without waiting for it to register. In the middle of a journeying workshop, the Lion spirit told me I smelled pregnant and congratulated me. That one *really* got my hackles up, because I'd been asking them (spirits) to talk to me about fertility for quite some time and they always gave me the "everything in its time" spiel. Finally, after I was over a week late, I took a test and remembered to wait the requisite two minutes. Hallelujah, we have a baby on the way!

And so now of course almost everyone I've told has mentioned something about triplets right off the bat, making me nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. My brother-in-law, who is not prone to strange things (he's a dentist, for the love o' mike), had a dream I was pregnant a week before I told them - ie, around the time I *should* have gotten a positive result. His first question: "Is it triplets?" I think I might start beating people with baseball bats.

Lucien, I think, is completely unaware of what's going on. We asked him how he'd like a brother or sister, and his response was, "No, just watch Monsters Inc." I think I need to look for some "Let's follow Mommy's pregnancy" books for him. I dare say he'll get plenty excited once I start getting round and walking funny.

It all seems so strange still. We've been trying for so long, it almost seems like this is a very extended lucid dream, and at some point I'll wake up. Even I can hardly believe I've got another little one on the way. I guess I'll get the idea soon. In the meantime, I'd better start working on getting the nursery back in order. Unfortunately, this also means I'll be putting my painting on the back burner. Oil paint fumes apparently don't mix with babies. But this time, oh, this time, there will be no cessation of exercising. I don't care *who* tries to bully me into keeping still. I've done a lot of hard work on getting my butt less saggy, and I refuse to let it go. At least, I'm saying this now....

heart heart heart BABY! heart heart heart