A turkey won't be the only thing coming out of the oven this Thanksgiving

Oh, my poor neglected blog. So sorry I haven't been attentive as of late. I can blame it on the move, the packing, the organizing, but the truth is...I'm tired. Extremely tired, which is making me a little lazy. Well, maybe not lazy, I'm busy...um, when I'm not napping. Yes, in between my comatose spells on the couch I am a flurry of activity.

God, I'm exhausted. And I've been feeling a little sick. And I've been knitting up a storm. Um, and my boobs are bigger....

Why should you care? What does this all mean. Well, you've probably already guessed it, I'm pregnant! 8 weeks! I thought about keeping it secret until 3 months, as tradition calls for, but pretty much everybody already knows, so now you do too.

We found out 2 days after J gave 2 weeks notice at his old job. So the joyous smiles were coupled with slightly furrowed brows as we realized that our already big change was now exponentially more complicated and huge! But wonderful! Extremely wonderful! Yay!

So, no more drink, no more smoke, and a lot more ice cream. I figure the calories I used to consume in red wine are kinda like a credit...sitting there waiting to be spent. And pregnant lady is not supposed to lose weight, so bring on the Ben and Jerry's. Don't worry, I'm not going to use pregnancy as an excuse to eat everything under the sun and get all fat and bloated. Well, there's no gaurantee against the fat and bloated thing, but I'm going to keep it under control as much as I can. So far, no gain. Though I look a little pudgy around the middle, the number on the scale is the same. We'll see how long that lasts.

So there it is! A Thankgiving baby! Everyone is telling me to pray for a Sagittarius, not a Scorpio, especially if it's a girl. But I know a Scorpio lady (Hi Auntie!) and she's awesome.

So be prepared for a lot of baby talk and TMI to come. It's my blog and I'll bore if I want to.