So since a certain someone (queen_beeanna) outed me on this in my comments, I figure I better let my y'all in on the following:

I'm pregnant, 9 weeks today, and due June 1st.

Things are a teensy bit complicated ("oh, hello new job, I'll be taking maternity leave in 5 months, but I'm so glad to be here for the moment!") but in the main I'm beyond thrilled, as is David.

I feel great (and not particularly pregnant), my midwife is superb, and my blood pressure is exactly where it should be, so my immediate worries on the medical end are soothed. Because I'm on the NHS, I've had exactly no scans, blood tests, etc. They don't even weigh you here, just measure you with a tape measure! Julie (my midwife) says she just assumes everything is proceeding as normal unless something weird happens. I'll have a 12 week dating scan in mid-November, and we're holding off going public in general until that happens, just in case.

Last week I got my maternity perscription card, which entitles me to free perscriptions and free dental care until 1 year after the baby is due. I am such a fan of the NHS. And now I need to make a dentist appointment.

Anyway, that's my news.

I am craving a TBBC, for the first time in about 15 years. That's sliced turkey breast, crispy (streaky) bacon, and processed cheese slices, thrown on a sub roll (baguette) and grilled until the cheese is softened, and garnished with shredded iceberg, tomato, and a good thwack of mayonnaise.

I miss the weirdest things.

So here's something interesting. I'm pregnant. Two lines, clear as anything, there on the stick. I reckon I'm in the area of 3 weeks along. Yowza.

It doesn't seem real yet, and I'm very concious of how early I am, but wow. Wow. Wow.

The timing is complicated, yes, but this is a Good Thing. A very, very Good Thing.

Anyway, at this stage, Joan, Christina and David are the only people on the SOOPER SECRET filter.

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

*Please remember I have a weirdly fluid and fuzzy memory, and my lack of detail and inability to get inside jokes has nothing to do with the depth or breadth of my affection for you. Seriously.

Happy birthday, girlie! Now put down those textbooks and go do something fun!

Today my sister turns 20. Which means I have now known confabulator for 20 years.

We don't see eachother or speak to eachother nearly enough, but knowing she's around makes me feel better about the world in general.

20 years is a damn long time. People you still like after 20 years are worth hanging on to, it seems.

I got the job.

This morning my running buddy and I managed to scare a young rabbit out of its hidey-hole beside the road through the university farm. Since the most exciting thing we ever see is usually a woodpigeon, this was a big deal.

Needless to say, it outrun us easily.

The Library of Congress has just changed subject Iraq War, 2003. to Iraq War, 2003-, to reflect the ongoing nature of the conflict. I don't know why this felt significant to me this morning, but it did.