I mentioned in my previous post that I was feeling a bit “off”. It was my excuse for being a lazy, slacker and not posting. Well guess what, it was for real. I’m pregnant. Again. Man, that Kevin has some super demon sperm. That or I am one fertile bitch. Let’s just call this little guy a pleasant surprise. (I’m SURE it’s a boy.)

We are both excited (& yet crapping our pants at the same time) to have a new addition to our family. However, I am not excited about being pregnant. I HATE being pregnant. I gain tons of weight (just what I need, right?), get such bad indigestion that I have to sleep sitting up, have horrible skin issues, lose my hair and am permanently grumpy. Sounds hot, right? Lucky Kevin. I do not find pregnancy to be a wonderful, beautiful experience. I can’t stand it! I just want the kid out of me. I wish I could skip the whole pregnancy part and just get the kid. (I guess that would be called adoption, no?)

I can’t wait for Nathan to have a partner in crime. They can climb on the kitchen table together and do all sorts of other bad things to drive me insane. Speaking of Nathan, I think it’s pretty undeniable that he is a freakishly good-looking kid. It’s just not normal. Can you imagine this poor bastard having to be compared to that? Let’s just pray to the genetic jackpot God that this kid wins too or he might have to be in therapy by the time he is 3. If this kid turns out as cute as Nathan, I think Kevin and I will need to start selling babies on eBay. I think we could make some big bucks.

I am very early in the pregnancy (baby due end of November), so I hope I didn’t just do some voodoo-jinx shit by telling everyone, but I’m excited and couldn’t hold it in.

I think 3 kids means that I am now officially a breeder. Scary.

Note to self: get tubes tied.