Last year, on April Fools, I was pregnant.
But I was only like 8 weeks pregnant, and I was determined to wait until after my first doctor's appointment (10 weeks-ish) to shout it from the rooftops.
This presented me with an April Fools conundrum.
I mean, it seems like a best April Fools joke a blogger can pull is to say "I'm pregnant!" Because seriously, who's going to know the difference?
BUT I obviously couldn't use this joke, since I was pregnant. If I said I was pregnant on April Fools day, as an April Fools joke...I'd be lying...because I'd be telling the truth. Unless I said I REALLY WAS pregnant in which case the bag would have be prematurely cat-less, which I didn't want. Plus, would anyone really have believed me on April Fools day? Perhaps the fools. I dunno.
Anyway, I ended up writing one of my least favorite posts ever, in which I pretended to love things I hate and hate things I love, which is neither funny nor clever. In fact, I have since deleted said post. That's how much I hated it.
But this year...all bets are off. SOOOOO....
Yep. Preggers. Prego. Preggerific. Pregnified. I'm having a baby. Another baby. We're going to have two babies in our house, because we already have one and now we're having another one. Peanut is due in October and we're surprised, but stoked.
Well, there you have it. I've been waiting a year to do that.