I don't think we could have done more this month if we tried. Not only did we close on a house and begin to do all the necessary packing, painting, installing, cleaning, washing, and tearing out of hair, we also reached the halfway point in my pregnancy (which knock-on-wood, has been pretty easy thus far).
Tomorrow is the big ultrasound where we find out what we can expect to have some five months from now. Frankly, I'm still pulling for a puppy. My husband is convinced it's a baby. Regardless, we'll do our best not to mess it up too much, whether it turns out to be male, female, human, or canine.
Our current apartment has become a maze of half-packed boxes and dust bunnies, but we're making progress on clearing everything out. We're certainly going to miss our friends being right around the corner, and long nights spent hopping from bar to bar, but it's on to grown-up things like houses and babies (why didn't anyone stop us?!).
The funny thing about pregnancy is that it really isn't all that remarkable, after all they'll let just about anybody do this. However, since I'll most likely never realize my dream of seeing my well-crafted and explosive new play, The Dogfather: A Woofioso Tail, performed on Broadway, housing another human being for 40 weeks is probably the most life-changing thing I'll ever do. I'm reminded of that fact whenever I feel the little bugger kick my bladder, which happens to be rather embarrassing fodder for an entirely different post.
Until then...
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