So, I'm not dead, just pregnant.

Three months since my last blog post. Goodness. Lofty ambitions call me back, and I have so much to say. So much has happened in the last three months.

Well, mostly Andrew lost a gallbladder, and I gained a fetus.

And some other wonderful stuff happened (like Christmas), but I was nauseous most of the time. I'm getting better now.

I've decided my next post will be about Andrew's gallbladder (or current lack there of), but this post is going to be about me and baby Simms.

I'm having a baby,but it's not very real yet. I'm 15 weeks tomorrow, and I have yet to feel pregnant. I've felt nauseous, sure, but actually realizing that a very small human being is growing in side of me - nope. Occasionally I feel wider, and right before bed, I swear I can see a pronounced baby bump, but it is mostly gone the next morning (so I'm pretty sure it's just a food baby, helped along by a real baby.) 

My relationship with food has drastically changed as well. I always expected to be insatiably hungry when I became pregnant, given my previous appetite, but that has not happened. I am so picky, and can eat so much less than I used to be able. It's frustrating, but at the same time fascinating. This little thing has already changed so much in our lives. 

Andrew is very excited, it's adorable. He has an impression that he does of the baby from the first ultrasound. It started out as this weird alien like interpretation, where Andrew would flail his arms about robot style, and say, "I'm the baby." But eventually it evolved into more of a cool Fonz like hip-twist with proper arm movements, like: "Heeeeey, I'm the baby." It cracks me up every time, and it is great for when conversation is at a lull. I've convinced Andrew to let me post a blurry video, for posterity's sake.

We are going to be parents. Ah!

This is real folks.