I edited it, but I had left the previous post with a sentence fragment, see title, and I honestly don’t know what I was going for. Or why I didn’t notice it. But, I don’t think I can blame it on pregnancy, since I tested and came up with one line.

Pros: We can book plane tickets! Maybe this weekend, I will soften the blow by finding us some tickets to Florida in April.

I have been spared parenting a Gemini! (For the most part, anything can happen)

I have dodged the busy season for my parents! (They are busy a lot, but the commencement biz is nonstop in May and June.)

Cons: Any naps I have taken cannot be retroactively attributed to pregnancy. I am, apparently, just lazy.

On a similar note, I CRIED for no GOOD REASON. Ugh. I am NOT A CRIER. I could handle being ’emotionally unbalanced as a result of increased hCg levels” but not just “sobbing like a little girl.”

I may share a birthday with my offspring, as edd’s for the next month land squarely on July 2.

Yet another 2ww in my future. UGH.

I’m carrying the torch for emma and persephone, though, and while the Great Trifecta is probably not a possiblity, a Biecta? or Unecta? Would be great.

Also, I am somewhat envious of Emma’s ability to glean hereditary pregnancy symptoms from her mom. I have my sister, who doesn’t really remember much except for fear and sadness and pain, but asking my mom would just be — too much. I don’t know. I am such a private person; we used to joke that when I did get married, I would be introducing my beloved to my parents at the wedding, because I like to play my cards close to my chest when it comes to my family. (When it comes to the internet, I have no problems laying them all down, face up, though.) Asking anything about my mom’s pregnancies would set off her momdar, which is already beeping like fucking crazy, and it might just make her head explode. And then the whole point of asking her would be moot, as she would no longer be able to share the Secrets of a S****** Pregnancy. All I know from random conversations are that she craved baked potatoes, smoked through the whole thing, was overdue by two weeks, and got so big they thought I was twins, so they did an X-RAY(!) to make sure there was only one of me. There was, and she had to be induced, but I was born naturally after a week in the hospital, walking around, getting pitocin, and making friends with the staff. When I was born, I was 9lbs 4oz, so the smoking obviously affected my birthweight. Heh.

So, on to month 4? 5? Something like that.