I always said I would wait. You know my feelings about the "horse before the carriage" thing...but sometimes, sh#t happens.
I am pregnant.
Five months to be exact. Why didn't I tell you earlier? I don't know...scared maybe? Of what ya'll would think? I mean, I don't even have a ring (yet!) and I'm aware of the stigma that goes along with being with child outside of marriage...just look at MTV's Teen Mom. (If only I was ten years younger...I'd be famous!)
Regardless, Wylie and I are happy as clams to welcome a little babe into the world!
The above picture is from our recent trip to Hawaii. I didn't mention that either because I hadn't yet told Momma Carol about le bebe, but now that the cat is out of the bag, might as well flaunt it! I mean, if you got it...
and let's be honest here...I got it!
Like my new extensions? They only cost me a few hundies. Diapers be damned! Momma wants to look on point during delivery!
Did you know I plan to go the cloth diapering route with my little bambino? That's right, no disposable dipes for this granola mom. I would rather scrape that poop off with a spoon into the toilet while I gag myself with said poopy spoon. Anything to save a little money.
me holding up the cloth diaper
But the boy and I? So happy to welcome this next chapter of our lives together.
Oh yeah. That money we were saving with the cloth diapers? I may or may not have used it to get myself a little boob job. While pregnant. So what if my child in utero felt the effects of the anesthesia? That shit feels goooooooooddd coursing through my veins...
Anyway. Don't I look amazing knocked up??
This child is destined for greatness.
I mean, with parents like us...
what could possibly go wrong?
ps. I am registered at Fredericks of Hollywood if anyone wants to send me a baby gift.