Nant.

Y'all know I have a hard time with things that are cliche. Like, you know, calling my husband my hubby (blech. Bad taste in my mouth just by typing it) - so I call him Hussy (at least on the blog. In real life, we don't use each other's names. We just say, "Babe." It's inevitably going to confuse our children. Once when I was really tired, I called him "boober scoops." That's not even a sexual reference. It just came out. I'm still scratching my head. It makes just as much sense as calling my mom "Mooda" and calling my female dog - whose real name is Lucy - "Bruce." I don't know, either).

So...

Ahem...

I'm NANT, peeps.

Because I refuse to say "prego" or "preggers." :D (This news is exciting enough to deserve a really cheesy emoticon).

Yeah, that's right! PregNANT!!! And Jake and I are stoked. STOKED. It happened a little sooner than we had anticipated but I've already got enough onesies to cover Baby everyday for its first three months (okay, not EVERYDAY but I've definitely got backups in preparation for poopy blowouts and spit-up). Also (this is for future reference to see if we're right - we find out on the 28th), we're both pretty sure that Baby is a boy. But, obvs, we'll be excited about a boy or a girl. We're just happy it's not twins. I'm not cut out to be a rockstar mom of twins like this girl.

Ahhhh...it feels so good to share this news with the interwebs. And, figure this one out, I feel much more comfortable sharing the news here, than on Facebook. I know that's not logical - don't ask me to explain my reasoning for that. I. Have. No. Idea.

YAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!! Baby will be making its arrival sometime in mid-June!!

(PS, if you wanna hear the news from me in person, please call me. I'll tell you ALL the joys of pregnancy. Having to pee all the time, the gas, already not being able to sleep through the night, the insane amount of excitement, the intense feeling of wanting to protect el child at all costs, not wanting to eat ANYTHING, and HUGE boobs. Fo' realz. I'll give you the scoop).