Week 24 + My only cure for chocolate addiction

So, I had no intention of sharing this information at least for another month or so.

BUT

rumors are spreading fast, curiosities are on the rise, and private blogs are read by many. . .

On May 21 (the day that was supposed to be the end of many people) we learned that a new life was starting in our family.  It's official.  I am expecting.  Because of this, I dropped out of running Ragnar (creating much curiosity), I've been forced to "spill the beans" to some coworkers (starting rumors), and I've just had to let some close friends know.  "What? You don't want chocolate?"  This is a highly unlikely answer unless, of course, I'm pregnant.  Pregnancy IS the only cure I've found for chocolate addiction.

I had planned on posting this news at about 12 weeks, but here it is now.  Confirming those rumors and curiosities.  According to my iPhone app, I'm just shy of 9 weeks.  If only it was 12 weeks, or even 23. . .

It's not a secret to anyone that knew me the last time I was pregnant, that I absolutely HATE LOATH being pregnant.  I told Mitch to please get me into some serious mental counseling the next time I even considered this.  I'm not in counseling, but if you could just remind me how insanely worth it this is, I'd appreciate it.  

That's the thing.  It's worth it.  Hanging out with my Benson confirms just how worth it all the tiredness, sickness, and all-the-other-crummy-symptoms are.  We need another little angel in our home and if this is how they come, I'll endure.  Maybe without a smile, counting down the days, and with complaints, but I'll endure nonetheless.