Did you get the memo?

I guess I should officially mention and make a note about something important, just in case you don't know.

I am pregnant. Great with child. In the family way. Have a bun in the oven. Knocked up. Preggars. You get the idea.

At any rate, I am having a little girl and am due on November 25 (although she will probably make an earlier appearance, just like her brother). She and Cameron will be almost exactly two years apart.

Since I had several blog posts detailing the gestation o' Cameron, and I am not even mentioning the arrival of this one until almost the end of the second trimester, I am sure I am already planting the seeds of second/middle child syndrome.  To my credit, however, I am still planning on taking lots of photos of her and even washing off her pacifier if it falls in the sand. 

I did find a fabulous diabetes and pregnancy doctor here, and health wise things are fine so far. This gestation is very similar to Cameron's up to this point, with the exception being that I am chasing after an active toddler instead of teaching several classes at various campuses.

Best quotes of the pregnancy so far include:

• "How old is your first?...Oh....is this one an accident?" (said to us by one of the OBs in the practice, and no, it wasn't an accident)

• "You're pregnant!!{said with a somewhat suggestive "I know what you've been doing!" leer} ....I'd like to feel your belly....When are you due?....Oh....Your baby is going to come out with a baby!" (said to me by a somewhat elderly lady after she palpated my girth and discovered my due date wasn't until November, and no, I wasn't offended because she is very sweet and well meaning and is lonely and if she thinks it is a thrill to pat my tummy, well....I do what I can to bring sunshine to the world)

I guess I can post some preggo belly shots eventually, but it isn't on the top of my to do list. Perhaps I can get video footage of Cameron patting/pounding my belly saying "baby, baby." Or pulling on the neckline of my T-shirt, looking down my shirt, and trying to find where I am hiding the baby.