Dietitian by day, human-grower by night. Actually, I guess that’s by day too.
Follow my adventures through my first pregnancy…who knows what’ll show up here. Although I can pretty much guarantee it won’t be pictures of fruit and awkward sideways self portraits of my belly. Unless I change my mind, which I fully reserve the right to do at any point in time.
The cast of characters:
That’s me. I like food. And running. And swimming and biking. And eating. And using coordinating conjunctions at the beginning of sentences. And sentence fragments. I’m a southern transplant, so don’t hold it against me that I don’t like sweet tea or use the word y’all.
if it has to do with sports, ESPN, balls that can be thrown, bounced, or hit, he loves it. He’s more than obsessed with West Virginia sports. He’s a pretty big fan of wakeboarding and beer, and can’t wait to dress our child in football jersey, much to my chagrin.
Thing 1. Megatron. The peanut. Little guy. Munchkin. Baby. It.
Can’t tell you much more about this one until February or so. Except that whoever this one is, it’s pretty awesome. From here on out, don’t read anything into any pronoun I may or may not choose to use. He/she/it is a mouthful.
So, that’s us in a nutshell.