Secret Squirrel Save You and Me
I don't normally find the webcomic PVP nearly as emotional as I did last week.
Which is another way of saying, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
papersource and I are pregnant.
Which is to say, she is. But I'm involved somehow.
The due date is late April. We found out in September—in fact, the first ultrasound was the day of my first class. We've had a couple of doctor's appointments and ultrasounds since then, and the Seamonkey (our current nom de fetus, though "Secret Squirrel" is also in contention) apparently has hands and feet and was about 63mm long last time we checked. L is doing very well. I'll let her decide for herself how much or how little she'd like to share with you about alternating nausea, narcolepsy, and craving for deviled eggs, but I can tell you that she is a rock star and a trooper and a machine. I love her so much.
Oddly, LJ doesn't seem to have a mood icon for "simultaneously thrilled, elated, scared as hell."
Edit: Thanks! for the congratulations and well-wishes that are already pinging in. But don't forget to share the love with papersource too. She told me I could spill the beans, but I'd feel bad if I hogged all the comments. :)
