The word is out

And boy, does it spread fast. Once you start to tell people about your pregnancy, especially in a small town, everybody knows. The first day of school, I had people coming up to congratulate me. Bizarre.

JJ was NOT happy when we told him. He cried and ran out of the house. He has since got over it, but insists that I better give him another baby brother because he does not want a baby sister. Oy. I told him mommy & daddy can't pick what we want. He doesn't care, he just wants another brother.

I seriously don't care either way. While I would be thrilled to have a baby girl to dress up, another boy would be just perfect. We are done. We are SO done. The Hubby tried to be funny last night and told me if this was a girl, he waned to try for another boy and I kicked him out of bed. Literally. I am not doing this to myself again. Things have been rough this time. I have felt the worst I have ever felt while pregnant and it doesn't seem to be letting up, even though I should be reaching the magical second trimester any day now.

I seem to have my days and nights mixed up, just like a newborn. Oh what I wouldn't give to be able to pop a few Excederin PM's and drift off to a peaceful slumber. It would be heaven! Instead I sit here all day yawning and trying to keep my eyes open and stay a bit focused. So if this post makes no sense, forgive me. I am working on pregnancy brain and a few minutes of sleep here and there.

God, I am a mess.