Yeah, so, I think the T-shirt in the middle would make the best maternity shirt ever.
I suspect if I actually wore this shirt in public, people would not think I was very funny. Not everyone appreciates my dark humor about this whole being knocked up thing. They want me to glow and talk about what a miracle it is.
Fuck that shit. That’s not really my style.
Also, it’s not really a miracle. David and I had unprotected sex. It’s not a miracle. It’s a consequence.
I don’t mean to give anyone the wrong impression. We are excited and happy. We even bought our first gift for the baby at Wondercon. (Speaking of Wondercon, I have uploaded photos from our trip on The Sonia Show Flickr page.)
I have no doubt that this little spawn is going to be
a great tax deduction a wonderful addition to our family, and I’m doing all I can to make sure he or she is born healthy. At the same time, getting fat sucks. Not being able to have a drink sucks. Being told I’m not supposed to sleep on my back while pregnant sucks. The random aches and pains suck. Getting up three or four times a night to pee sucks. Baby poisoning sucks. And how do I handle things that suck? I make inappropriate jokes about it. If you don’t like it, then you might want to skip this blog for the next six months. This ain’t your mom’s mommy blog.