13 months and 13 weeks

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a) my family
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allow me to say "Welcome!" and also, hey, I'm pregnant. Again.

Eleanor, in her announcement onesie and fluffy skirt

So, first, lemme tell you about the amazing things my external baby has been doing. 13 months old. She's walking now. WALKING! She sort of Frankensteins around (by which I mean moves like Frankenstein's monster, not the doctor himself) and still drops down to crawl now and then, but her balance is improving daily and it's really neat to watch. She's signing more consistently--all done and please are the two big ones right now. She can sign milk, but doesn't use it to ask for it, but more to let me know she knows she's drinking it. She's getting 4 teeth right now, molars or bicuspids of some sort and that's been... exciting. Still, she's pretty great and I think we'll keep her.

Second, 13 weeks pregnant. Well, 12w4d, but I'm rounding up for symmetry. Official due date is November18th. It has been an uneventful and easy first trimester. No real morning sickness to speak of, just vague queasiness and the pervasive feeling that no food is ever going to be good ever, until it's in front of me, and then hey look! FOOD! Like last time, I have the super-sniffer so I can smell everything everywhere, which is possibly also why food never sounds good. I'm hoping that goes away soon, though I did have a dream that featured rocky road ice cream, with cupcake flavored Magic Shell and caramel sauce, so that's maybe a good sign. I've been more tired than I remember being last time around. I'm napping when Eleanor does and needing every second of it. Really, that's all there is to tell I think. We found out on St. Patrick's Day (while I was in the middle of Biggest Blogging Loser, which helped explain why I was having such a hard time making myself eat), so in theory, we're calling this internal baby Clover, though after yesterday's ultrasound (sonogram, I don't know that I ever did figure out the difference), we've been calling him/her Squid, for he/she was a squirmy squid. Also, vaguely alien-looking. Of course.