Am here.

I’m around, I promise you.  I’m still sick and still tired but wonderfully pregnant and so excited I can’t see straight.

Noah refers to the baby as “our baby” and it makes my heart melt every single time he says it.  Which is often.

I am feeling better, however, which is wonderful.  I had an appointment on Monday and it was fun and exhilarating and scary, too.  I promise to write about it soon, but right now, I need to nap, which will be difficult considering the Rockband drums playing five feet away from my head.

{save me.}

And by the way, here is my real 12 week photo, as opposed to THE FAKE ONES.  I made myself extra glowy with the editing so you wouldn’t confuse me with a man with a beer belly.  Not that there is anything wrong with a man with a beer belly, it’s just I try to avoid looking like one.

Usually.