I am pregnant. Pretty sweet, huh? It's just been 5 weeks but I'm already cruising Think Geek for Star Trek onesies.
We made the grand announcement to the families on Father's Day so now it's open season on telling the world there's a nugget-sized-baby growing in my belly. I'll get my first ultrasound in another three weeks.
I shall impart the Way of the Geek upon my impressionable young child. LOL <3 I'm already thinking about all the fun stuff we can do. I mean, come on. I'll be the ultimate costume-making Mom. Oh, you want to be a robot little Kidlet? Here, lets make a sweet rig that will blow all the other kids' costumes out of the water. Take THAT stage moms. You've been Geeked. :-p
So yeah. Pregnancy hormones might turn me into a rabid psychopath. I feel this overwhelming surge of competitive spirit and my "don't give a shitometer" is going through the roof. I've always been aggressive but it seems to be a bit enhanced. I hope it doesn't affect my counseling work, I might scare off all my counselees. If I start screaming at people to quit acting like pussies it will be time to take a break. It's nearly impossible to sleep, I just want to DO things. When I'm not puking my breakfast up, that is. It kind of rocks. Maybe I'll hit that super sleepy stage later, but right now I just want to conquer the world. And paint dolls. Cause that's always fun.