I'm getting antsy over here with this damn wait. Two days away now though. Finally.

You find out you got a little bean growing but the doctors just tell you to come back when you're three months along. That's a long wait to find out if everything is OK.

I would like to start telling people but if an ectopic situation happens then you have to tell everyone it's a no go. I think that would just make dealing with the loss all the more difficult.

Not that people haven't figured out my current status. Suspicions get raised when you're turning down drinks and going to bed early. A simple 'no, thank you' to a beer has spilled this bean to many a friend.

Mmmm, beer. I miss you.

I'm not feeling terribly swift these days. Pregnancy brain's got me all in a haze. Factor that in with job burn out and a limited college education and I'm feeling like a first rate moron. I'm getting the fear that all the drug use of the past has sped up the brain deterioration. Not likely but the paranoia is part of the package.

Weed has been my only drug of choice for the last five years with the barely occasional side of mushrooms. The fog lifted when the bio-clock got me off the daily smoke and now it's settled back in with the new bean in utero. At least the haze is due to the energy spent forming a placenta.