Just because...

I forgot to write about this last week.  If you didn't realize, your first doctor's visit was on April Fool's Day.  I find it very appropriate to play practical jokes on this day.  Your daddy didn't come with me to the doctor last week, mostly because I think the whole process kind of freaked him out.  In any case, before my appointment, he and I were talking about the possibility of having twins (since you were conceived with a little extra boost) and I told him that women who take Clomid have a one in four chance of having twins.  Which is obviously not true...but women tend to think ahead and I had been setting him up for this joke for about a week. 

After your appointment, I called him and told him that I was completely freaking out because we were having twins!  Your daddy got very nervous and panicked and informed me he was moving to Canada.  April Fools!  I totally tricked him, which very rarely happens. 

I told Colonel Sanders about my April Fools joke and he thought it was really good as well.  So good, in fact, that he wanted to call your daddy himself and tell him we were having triplets!  We all had a very good laugh at your daddy's expense.  You're only seven weeks old and already providing hours of entertainment. 

In any case, you're starting to be a little rough on me.  I've got this crazy aversion to chicken, pork, and beef.  I don't want to even look at it.  I took chicken breasts out of the freezer this morning to make your daddy's dinner and I almost yaked right in the kitchen sink.  Thankfully, your Grammy Kopperud made some bean soup, which we, apparently, think is very delicious. 

The other thing that's starting to get to me is that people keep commenting on my appearance.  Last week, I walked into the lunchroom and someone said, "Gee, you really don't look like you feel well" and yesterday, someone came into my office and asked if I needed a nap.  This morning, Grammy Kopperud called and apparently it sounded like I was going to puke on the phone.  I wish I could tell everyone it's because I'm pregnant, but you're going to have to stay my little secret for a while longer.  But, in addition to the fact that I feel miserable, I apparently look it as well.  It's all worth it, but where's this fantastic "glowing" phenomenon I've heard so much about?  The only thing that's "glowing" about me is the greenish tinge to my skin.  When this is coupled with the fact that the button on my pants is starting to leave an impression on my belly, this all adds up to one unattractive-feeling mama.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll glow next month.