That's how I am, in case you were wondering. Usually at the same time. My dad asked yesterday, when I told him I wasn't puking yet, if it was possible that the pregnancy test was wrong. To which I replied, "NO! Well, yes, it is possible. However, since I have all of the other symptoms of being pregnant to catalogue, I don't think it's very likely." [Catalogue is too spelled that way, just ask the British, or a Canadian.]
The nicknaming of this child while in utero has become a full contact sport around here. My SIL's are voting for Schmidty the Sequel. I find it hard to believe that anyone has been reading long enough to remember that so I'll recap. Schmidty was the abbreviation of John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, which came from the Boy being convinced every week I was pregnant with Little that we need to name the child John, or Jacob, or John, or maybe, Jacob. I'm not sure what he'll do if this is another girl.
We named the first two Twinklet. The GH said to the Boy one day when he wouldn't stop kicking, "Stop kicking you mom you little Twink!" I burst out laughing and couldn't believe he had just called our unborn child a Twink. (Does anyone else use that as an epithet or is it just an our family thing?) So he amended that perhaps the unborn child, on account of his unbornness wasn't yet large enough to be a full blown Twink, but maybe he could be a Twinklet.
The Girl came up the best nicknames today. It's become an obsession for her. My favorites are, Princess Pomegranate, which assumes of course that it's a girl, and Sherbet, you know, like the stuff that's like ice cream, but isn't. I'm liking Sherbet. I plan to eat some soon, which may mean we have winner.
Did I mention that I'm hungry? Again?
Also, I need another nap.