There's a reason why:
I've been so tired lately.
You didn't see me at any BlogHer '10 parties.
I haven't felt well enough to run until just a few days ago.
I've been declining your lunch/dinner/tea invitations or leaving your parties early or not eating your delicious food or drinking your equally delicious booze.
And it's this:
Number Three is due next Spring. I'm in my second trimester and finally feeling back to my normal self again. Because I'm SO OLD, I've been subjected to more poking and prodding (and just plain weird tests) this time around. (It's one of the reasons we didn't tell anyone except family until now. Sorry, friends!) So far, so good—we're all healthy—but I will absolutely accept your good thoughts/wishes/intentions/prayers that all continues to go well.
The irony of having just lost 50 pounds on Weight Watchers and then getting immediately knocked up is not lost on me. On the positive tip, having just lost 50 pounds, I know I can do it again. (Not that I plan on gaining 50 pounds with this pregnancy—I most certainly DO NOT.) And I'm in the best physical shape of my life. (Yes, I plan to keep running for as long as it feels good.)
Cravings? I got 'em. And they are strange. Spicy tomato juice. Canned green beans. Fresh green beans. Smooth and creamy refried beans, but only from Celia's in Palo Alto, no other location will do. (The beans are a folic acid thing, I think.) Tom Yum Goong. Avocados. Chicago-style hot dogs. Tuscan melon (in season right this second). Peanut butter on whole wheat bread. Indian vegetarian anything. Clam chowder. Sparkling water. Orange agua fresca. Baked potatoes. Vietnamese lime sodas. Peaches, peaches, and more peaches. Can't get enough peaches.
Nothing about this pregnancy is like the previous two except for the powerful food aversion thing. And what I don't want to eat is pretty much everything that isn't on the list above. (No pasta, no rice, no chicken, no meat, no fish, no vegetables except the aforementioned green beans. No Korean food. Not ever.) I also have a very short "hunger window." I must eat when I am hungry. If I miss it, I don't want to eat anything at all until the next day, so when I'm hungry I pack it in.
So much has changed since the last time I was pregnant that it almost feels like the first time. Almost. In the meantime, there is sheer happiness, plenty of excitement, nervous anticipation, abundant love, and pure joy.
But the very best thing of all is that these two sweet, sweet beauties?:
The ones who run up to me and kiss my expanding belly when they get home from school and again at night before bed?
Will be the best big sisters ever. (One of them already is.)