About four years ago, I found my pregnant self, parked in a leather recliner in our house, looking for something to do.
I was pregnant with Jack then, who we didn't know was Jack, so instead was called Cheeseburger.
I was on bed rest, and very close to maxing out on episodes of What Not To Wear, so I decided to start a blog.
I also wrote another blog at the time, which has since been put to rest, but that's another story.
This blog, however, is going strong. And since I have't come right out and said so, per se, GeauxBaby is about to be about more than one little.
There are a few things I can tell you about this:
-- In keeping with our tradition of nicknames based on cravings, this little one is known as Chilito. This is because Durel makes awesome chili, and I force him to make it for me at least every other weekend.
-- I eat said chili over top of a bed of pasta (angel hair is my favorite), with shredded cheese, diced jalapenos, and a dollop of sour cream on top. Every time I eat it, I behave like a caveman, yes, but I also reminisce about good times had at Hard Times in Alexandria, Virginia.
-- The expression on my face in the picture above is a mixture of total excitement and joy, mixed with the realization that my bump ain't small, folks.
-- I have heartburn.
-- Yesterday, I texted Durel to warn him that I needed dessert, and that if I did not get it, I might become homicidal.
-- He brought dessert. (He's smart.)
-- Jack is pretty nonchalant about becoming a big brother. He is more excited about Christmas and his birthday. Prioritizing parties and presents over poopy diapers does indicate his brilliance and pragmatism.
-- This second child is long-awaited and much anticipated. I am one lucky lady.
-- Chilito is a boy. I'm ready for soccer games galore! Yay!
Hope you get dessert today. It's really good.