Sexy and Seventeen

I've been holding off on writing anything for a long time for a lot of reasons. We'll get into those later. But, for now, the important thing:

It's official, we are pregnant! Well, Carly is pregnant. With a fetus. And it's about 17 weeks old at this point. We've gotten an ultrasound to confirm that it is a human baby, which is good, but I'm not certain the child is mine... the pictures tend to show that it has a brain, so that's a bad sign. Preliminary tests put the bad, testable defects out past the orbit of Pluto, but we haven't gotten to find out what the gender is.

So far, everything is normal and regular and totally textbook. Carly has started to feel the first stirrings of the Blob this week, which she has described as "someone taking one of those coffee stirring sticks and blowing tiny bubbles inside my uterus." I told her that it's actually the fetus trying to claw its way out (it has fingernails), but in any event, it's pretty cool.

We've been holding off on telling everyone mainly because we got our hopes up last time. But we've known for a while. Carly failed her pregnancy tests around Xmas, and by my birthday, it was a sure thing. Now--fuck, we're halfway through this thing--we're just waiting for everything to develop, find out what breed we've got, and start figuring out this whole baby problem.

More to come! I have to write some stuff about all the things that have been keeping me off of actually writing. It's been kind of an awful year, except for this, a few good friends, and sometimes--a new dog. I'll get back to at least weekly updates very very soon.