Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired

Finally, my folks and brothers know. I feel like it's really really happening now. Although after the words came out of my mouth - well, actually the words out of my laughing mouth were "what are you all doing next august?" before I had to cover my face with my napkin - both Mom and Dad almost cried. I knew Mom would but Dad surprised me. He really kind of let it out. It was sweet, they had absolutely no idea. I was so sick from the long car ride to the restaurant I could barely stand up and I thought they had to know. But no, complete surprise. Yeah! So, I spent the whole night being pampered and having my head petted and water brought to me. I thought hey why not. It was a way of celebrating and talking about it and I haven't been able to do that yet. It didn't turn into a baby shopping spree thing either which I was happy about. We've got plenty of time to do all that.

It's strange but I'm feeling all the symptoms and I know I'm pregnant and I know what that means but... I still don't really believe there'll be a baby here in a 7 1/2 months. It doesn't seem possible to me. That freaks me out a little. I can't cope with it yet. I guess that's why we get 9 months, huh? To watch ourselves grow and force the reality into our brains every second of that time.

Hoo, well. I'm sick of writing about it aren't you sick of hearing about it? How are you? Seen any good movies? Thought any great thoughts? Found this place thru Margaret's site. It's very cool. I can't get enough of it. I want to see hundreds more. I've become a secret junkie. It makes me want to have more secrets than I do so I could come up with all sorts of creative ways to let them out. Years ago that may have worked but husband has been my own random mailbox in Maryland for most of them. I'm sure I must have at least one little dark something left...