Rumor Has It

I've never been much of a gossip.  That doesn't mean I don't love a juicy story, but I've always been good at keeping my mouth shut.  Which is a hindrance when it comes to things pertaining to myself.  I'm not a "sharer".  I don't want to spend time discussing my feelings.  Unless, of course, I can somehow turn them into a smart ass remark.  Emotional face to face conversations are not my strong suit.  The longer I keep something to myself, the harder it is to come out and say it.  Which is probably why I've always been a writer.  I can read, edit, reread, re-edit, until I'm satisfied that I'm saying exactly what I want.  I was the girl in school who regularly wrote 15-page letters, back and front, to friends.

Starting this blog was genius from a selfish stand point.  I don't know why I didn't do it years ago.  I can ramble my face off, alone, in a dark corner of my bedroom.  If no one likes, or cares, what I have to say, I still gain the satisfaction of fulfilling a much needed outlet.  Without the cost of a shrink.

There's an end - and a point - to this post, I swear.  But first, I want to say thank you to each one of you who publicly - and silently (yes, I know you're there) - stalk me.  Who'd a thunk complete strangers would show up in my bedroom (clearly not literally - unless you've taken stalking to the next level and set up surveillance) to read, or scroll down to photos, everyday?!  There are a ZILLION blogs out there, and the fact that you take the time to read mine, and leave such nice comments, blows my mind.

There are several of you that I hear from daily, and I've come to look forward to your words.  I'm not a hugger in real life, but this is me sending you virtual hugs.  If you were closer, I'd have you over for dinner and drinks on the deck.

For those of you have read through this entire thing, the torture is nearly over.  

For those looking for a photo, SLOW YOUR SCROLLING.

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It's naht a toomah.

You didn't know I was a Schwarzanegger impersonator, did ya?

So that would be a picture of a teeny tiny little critter, who just so happens to be sucking the life out of me at this very moment.

AKA, The Mom is knocked up.

Again.

It's not everyday that I post pictures of my uterus on the internet.

For those of you who know me in real life, and are freaking the F out right now, uh, yeah, I know.  

I did the same thing for about a week and a half.  

I think The Dad's freak out moment is still in progress.

Now that I've finally spilled the beans, I will use the opportunity to insert whining into most of my posts.  

Ya know, 'cause that's what pregnant chicks are supposed to do, right?

For example, I MISS MY RED WINE.

So there ya have it.  

My bit of gossip for the day.

There is a list of excuses a mile long that could completely stress out a person with my personality type.

But the fact is, now that I'm over the initial HOLY (insert naughty word here), I'm super excited.

Prepare yourself.

In about 7 months, this blog will be bombarded with baby pictures.