... if you've ever taken food out of your sleeping child's hand and eaten it.
...if you can smell last night's meal on the rim of the water bottle you were drinking from from 2 feet away.
...if you go around thinking to yourself, "That ain't no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet," not because you don't want to be pregnant, but because that's the best description of it ever.
...if cheerios smell like peepee and peepee smells like...unimaginably awful.
...if the house smells just as nauseating(ly?) to you after the cleaning lady comes as it did before.
...if a hungry baby wakes you up at 6am every morning (no matter that said baby is chillin in your tummy).
...if when you're not sleeping, you're wishing you could be asleep, thinking about when you could sleep, or wondering why your body won't go to sleep.
...if food makes you sick, and no food makes you sicker.
...if you keep having to go to the doctor, but you're not sick (but wait, see previous entry).
...if this qualifies as a great picture of your kid:
(Obligatory adorable yet mysteriously dark and blobby picture of our 12-ish-week-old. Apparently the white stuff on his face is jawbone, which means that's a great profile shot...? Ultrasound pictures don't come anywhere near doing justice to the experience of seeing that tiny being thrashing and kicking you, and hearing the heart beat so blindingly fast.)
Speaking of my kids, I got a little overexcited and decided to tell Eva that "Mommy has a baby in her belly!" when I picked her up from preschool. She stared blankly ahead for a second, then looked down at her belly, then proceded to have that reaction that women everywhere often do: "I don' havea baby inn my belly. My belly's bigger. I don' havea baby innerr?" Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about her "getting it" for a while yet.
Numero Due* is due (nyuck nyuck) November 2nd.
*Italian for 2, and also a good punny nickname, yes?