Going Public

We told our friends on Thanksgiving Day. Just before unleashing our small horde on our pile of food fit for a much larger horde (burp, scuse me), Ms says something along the lines of “Um, you’ll probably notice that I won’t be drinking today…” What followed was what is commonly referred to as a pregnant pause. Doubly so this time. What followed that was squealing. People were happy. Hugs were given and received. Then we ate too much. Ms is currently trying to fall asleep with her feet elevated. Why? What we suspect are pregnancy dizzies. This seems to be a strong indicator that she’s into her second trimester. One third done. Holy crap. In other news, I have no idea how baby clothes work. The sizes I mean. I went to price a onesie for Critter — about whom we’ll know more on Wednesday — and it was like “Select a size” and the options were something like 000, 00, 0, and 1. I JUST WANT TO BUY A BABY WRAPPER. I hate buying clothes for myself, and now I have to pick clothes for a person I haven’t ever seen before?! What foulness is this?!? Anyway. Off to … well, I almost hate to confess this, but I’m off to google baby clothes. To see if there’s a primer out there....