Yes I am. Top 10 reasons Whitney should have suspected I’m pregnant

A couple months ago, Whitney casually mentioned that when I was pregnant in the past, I told her too soon, so she never got a chance to guess. Well not this time. I made her sweat it out nearly 13 weeks before I drove over to her house with a lima-bean-style ultrasound and blurted it out. And she never guessed.

This time, I left plenty of clues for her to find, but she missed them all:

  1. I see her at least twice a week, and nearly always in that same baggy shirt and drapey sweater. (Trimester 1: hide the bump!)
  2. I’m never without a snack. Never ever. I eat like a toddler, about every two hours.
  3. I have quite a pot belly for someone who is training for a half marathon, and it just keeps getting bigger.
  4. I stopped drinking even on our wild and crazy nights out (though, to be fair, I’m not afraid to put a decoy sangria in front of me for the duration of the evening).
  5. I am always chewing my peppermint gum (or hurling).
  6. I’m even crazier than usual (see Container Store tantrum) or my radical haircut.
  7. I am obsessively reading blogs about moms pregnant with #3 after two boys who ARE (Using Our Words) and are NOT having The Girl (amalah).
  8. I started accepting bizarre product pitches for infant products I don’t need, that nobody needs.
  9. I tweet passionately about Cracklin’ Oat Bran.
  10. When she told me I looked beautiful before our fancy babycenter dinner out, I asked, “am I glowing?”

That’s my big announcement: pregnant with number three. Baby is due in September to excited parents and two fantastic big brothers. Yikes.