Questions + Comments, Part 1

I'm learning that everyone has an opinion on baby baking. And house buying. And my banana bread.

You may or may not have noticed that I've been ignoring questions and comments and emails with links about the dangers of thumb sucking and how it can lead to premature hair loss. Not because I'm not interested in that time that your great great great second half cousin bought a historic home that was exactly like the one that we're buying except that it came with two rabid squirrels and a bad roof which fell down around his ankles thirty two seconds after he moved in which, don't worry, will totally not happen to us probably, but by the way, did I hire a good inspector?

Because you were just wondering.

No, mostly I've been unresponsive because, well... truthfully... I'm exhausted... worn out, well toasted, whatever you want to call it, and it's making me a bit overly sensitive. (The fifteen weeks of throwing up may have something to do with it too, but who wants to hear about that?)

Anyway, here are some of the things that you're saying.

And (finally) what I think.
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Are you going to breastfeed?

I'm going to try. I'm pretty committed, but we'll see.

You're having a girl, aren't you?

So says you and every single other person in the world. But the holy ultrasound has yet to give it's magic reading.

Do you think it'll have red hair?

Nothing would shock me at this point.

Have you bought any maternity clothes yet?

Still squeezing into my size 25 jeans. Which do not belong on a belly this size. I fully expect to split a seam any day now. Or crack a rib.

The new house has a ton of wallpaper. Have fun with that.

Actually the staging company removed most of what you see in the photos. Otherwise, we'd just get pregnant again. Cheap labor force.

I kind of liked the wallpaper.

Strangely, me too. Not in it's current context, but in a Laura-Ashley-early-eighties meets Italian-farmhouse sort of way.

Are you gutting that kitchen?

Yes. Along with much of the house.

Are you feeling any less nauseous yet?

No.

I'm coming through Florida, can we visit?

Reread the last question. As long as your gag reflexes are in check, I'd be down for a cup of tea.

That house is big. You're getting ready to have sixteen kids, aren't you?

Probably not. We just love the house.

You're getting ready to adopt more dogs then?

The house that backs up to the backyard is asking four times the price. And the house two doors down just sold for twice what we paid. Also, we really just love the house.

Have you had any cravings?

I've had all kinds of bizarre cravings. You really don't want to hear about them. Trust me.

Don't you love being pregnant?

Honestly, no. I'm not fond of the way that I look, and I do not like the way that I feel. For some nonsensical reason, in the past, I'd always thought that if I ever got pregnant I'd take it in stride, eat it up, sunbathe in my state of impending motherhood. But, no, it's a lot of burping and ralphing. Basically, it's gross.

Is there anything that you actually do like about being pregnant so far?

I seem to have that whole glow thing going on. And the ultrasounds melt me.

Have you named the new house yet?

The Lake House.

I really like those back stairs.

Me too.

That sun room is gorgeous.

It really is a great space. We're turning it into a dining room. The view is amazing.

Be careful with that bump. Stop climbing ladders and sniffing paint.

You're right. No, really. I am trying to be careful, but I need to be reminded. Or smacked.