statistics.

i'm crossing my fingers for a little ginger baby.
i've already told cory 

 i'm not stopping until i get one.

this future belieber is due in december.

more specifically december 16,

but who knows with kids these days.

all i know is christmas will be awesome this year.
i'm 15 and a halfish weeks along.

please hold all questions on

my super human pregnant powers.

they haven't fully developed yet
and i'm pretty bummed.

i can't super smell anything.

i don't crave anything.

i haven't felt the meatball sandwich move,

and i still can't fly.

maternity leggings are a godsend.

they go aaaall the way up to your boobs

so none of that awkward legging line mid-belly happens.

i'm never going back.

even when i have my "smokin" bod again.

never.going.back.

this is happening.

part of me still can't believe it.

this.is.happening.

aahhh.

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and can i just take a minute and say,
!!!holy freaking crap!!!
the internet knows how to make my wombmate feel loved!
thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.
the comments and texts and tweets
and OMFGGGGG's
have been so wonderful.
i'm honestly surprised i haven't cried about it yet.
give it time.
there is no doubt in my mind
this little tyke will be loved on this here
www as much as irl.

and finally,
i promise i won't be a regular mom,
i'll be a cool mom.