Remember a few weeks ago when I mentioned I only wanted to eat orange and beige foods? And the irrational cupcake cravings? And the absolute fatigue and moodiness I have exhibited over the past 2 weeks?
There's a reason, and it's about 8 weeks along right now and shows up bright and fluttery on the ultrasound machine, thanks to Karla and her Wand of Doom.
That's right-- i'm pregnant with #2!
Yes, part of me feels like a nice little milch cow, but who am I to deny my evolutionary obligations? I am obviously a very fertile woman, and the world could use another Cleo to obsess over bunny poop and motorcycles. But keep your fingers crossed for a boy.
We promise not to name him "Bubba".