OK, since a certain Cat Daddy has spilled it to approximately half of my readership by now I might as well go public and say that Baby 2.0 is expected sometime around mid-April.
I get ultra-paranoid about the first trimester, so I don't like telling people early on. The Cat Daddy, on the other hand, would rather issue a press release and keep everyone informed of each little milestone, like on Babycenter. Just so you know, right now the kiddo is about the size of a kidney bean, and all the organs are formed. Not fully developed, but formed. Pretty cool if you ask me.
As for me, apparently things are going well because the day after we unloaded the moving truck, the first trimester knocked me on my a$$. With His Highness I didn't have morning sickness, per se. It was more like afternoon queasiness. With this one I seem to have all-day queasiness, but if anyone mentions twins, their reward will be a swift scissor kick to the head (patented by my blog buddy Bee). And I discovered yesterday that if anyone brings garlic within 10 feet of me (or mentions twins, apparently) they'd better be prepared to deal with the wrath of Skerrib.
It's hard to tell if the fatigue is kid-related or merely a result of the altitude. But by the time we're adjusted to the altitude, the other symptoms had better be history (do you hear me little one?!?). Then I can commence with the glowing and smiling serenely, and other things that make "enchanted" a lovely descriptor, especially compared with "pregnant," a term which I've never liked.
Moderate exercise seems to put off the queasies for a bit, so His Highness and I are going to see if we can get farther than 2 miles in 30 minutes this time. And there's a fresh crop of geocaches waiting for us, right in our neighborhood, so today will be #1. Ciao...