*pat pat pat*

Yesterday was rough.  I was not feeling good, not feeling good at all.  I've considered many possible explanations but I think the most likely one is that I'm pregnant.

I got home from work, put on jammies and climbed into bed. I got up when Walter and Sean came home and Walter asked for "uppaday."  I picked him up and he gave me the biggest, nicest hug, complete with his signature sweet pats on the back.  Then he pulled away, reached down with his hand, and gave my belly a couple pats, too.

Sally, I think your big brother loves you very much already.

For the record

I haven't been feeling so great.  Today I decided to consult my old pal, the Mayo Clinic Guide to Pregnancy, to find out if what I'm feeling is normal bad or bad bad.  Going to the guide is always a bit risky.  It can be a source of great reassurance or utter terror.

Today, reassurance.  It turns out that all my symptoms point clearly to one thing: pregnancy.  I am definitely pregnant.

A favorite quote from the section I read today: "You may feel as if your legs are becoming detached from the rest of your body--for the record, they're not."