It has been a pretty great holiday season. From Dorset to Ontario, the traveling has been rather extensive. There has been lots of good food, good love and good news. It looks like D and I will be welcoming a little something something at the end of August this year. It has been a mixture of emotions, which hormonally makes sense. I once thought I was pregnant before and was elated. This time I am overcome by a sense of responsibility and life changing power. We are both overwhelmed with the information but are having fun getting into a more healthy routine.

I go to the doctors later today for my first check up. I hear that since I am “morbidly obese” that I won’t have a choice in my birth plan. No water birth, just straight up hospital birth… which is the last thing I would ever choose for myself. I am nervous about the exam and getting back into the main stream mentality that I am about to drop dead because of my fat ass.

Wish me luck.