Saturday, July 24, 2010

when I'm at the pearly gates, this will be on my videotape...

The following blog post was my friends, turns out I cannot avoid peer pressure. I think they like to come here as a distraction and are probably wondering how I will tell the blog world that my life is taking a turn...

Vanessa: Your parents are probably worried about you.

Juno: Nah. I mean I'm already pregnant so what other kind of shenanigans can I get into?

I'm due January 17th. I have conducted some highly scientific tests for gender. The chinese calendar says boy. Keenan says boy. My mama says girl. Heartbeat counts say girl. Taylor says boy. So majority says boy. So far sea monkey is a definite possibility. As long as said sea monkey cooperates we will know on August 23rd.

However, please do not stop coming to my blog for fear that I will only speak "mommy" from now on. That stuff is personal (and sometimes gross- seriously people update their facebook statuses with their dilation centimeters, um yuck), I don't like reading it and so I don't want to write it for everyone either. The blog will still be ramblings and prayers and shout outs to my friends and family with all the thrift store goodies, feminism and activism for individuals with disabilities I can randomly sprinkle in.

Because I doubt you really want to hear about all the vomiting and irritability and migraines almost every night. Or how brands matter in things like prenatal vitamins (boring) or how even a cynic like me melts at hearing the heartbeat (gush).

Also I don't want to post this stuff because inevitably this welcomes comments from well-meaning, and sweet people who just want to help/tell me A) the worst horror stories about pregnancy ever or B) Things I have found are NOT true for me and tend to depress me even more. To which I concur...ignorance is bliss.

I promise I am going to try to be more fun later, if this whole "the 2nd trimester is so wonderful" thing isn't another pregnancy urban legend.

title courtesy of Radiohead: Videotape


mindakims said...

Nancy told me your news last night when she came over. Shan, how are you? Call me or email me, you have my digits.

Ashley said...

Yay! I have been missing you. Please come around more frequently.