So by my calculations, I should be around 7 weeks deep, which is over a month shy of Legitimately Knocked Up. And yet! I’ve already managed to pack in all kinds of clichéd (if perhaps psychosomatic) pregnant-lady behavior, including:

• Feeling like barfing
• Barfing
• No longer feeling like barfing
• Worrying that no longer feeling like barfing is a sign that something terrible has happened (i.e., Dead Baby)
• Smelling smells that only dogs and other animals with keen sniffers can or want to smell
• Bursting into tears when the Compton Clovers managed to raise enough money to get to nationals in Bring It On
• Gigantic nipples

In other news: The Bellyachers have recorded their own sweet Christmas classic, Becky’s pulled together a Leslie-inspired Advent Calendar, and Cockeyed Rob has assembled a Think Tank (of genius soothsayers plus me) to predict what’s going to happen with the price of gas falls below zero!