Bad mom-to-be

I swear, sometimes I forget I am even pregnant. With Jack, I was obsessive about blogging every second of the pregnancy. This one, I am like, "What? Why won't you serve me an ice-cold alcoholic beverage? Oh right, the pregnant. Duh."

It's hard to remember since I still don't look pregnant yet either. Like I've eaten too many doughnuts, yes. Pregnant, not so much.

I haven't even mentioned the fact I felt the baby move two weeks ago, and several times since then. I am pretty sure I have felt it for the last few days in a row, but of course, I am not writing these things down so I can't remember.

There's not a even a cute name for this fetus, like when we called Jack "The Blob" for eight months. I have taken to calling it Baby2, which would be pronounced "Baby Squared" rather than "Baby Two." But it's too hard to make a to-the-power of sign and I am too lazy to look up the actual html code for it, so Baby2 it is.

Perhaps we will come up with something more clever this Thursday, when I have an ultrasound scheduled. We should be able to get a money shot, so hopefully we'll know the sex by the end of the week.

I know some people like to wait and make it a surprise, but as I liked to say with the first pregnancy, it's enough of a surprise that we're bringing a(nother) baby home. No need to make the sex a surprise on delivery day too.

So there's a pregnancy update for you. I am officially starting my fifth month today. Four in the books and I lived to tell the tale through all that awful sickness. I deserve a medal. Or perhaps some ice cream, which I am going to eat now.