Maternity Test No Longer Pending

I like words. My blog is full of them. But every now and then you probably don't want to read a 1,500-word missive on whatever crap I'm thinking of at the time. I feel your pain. And I'm here to make you happy.

My two new favorite photos are of my son (whoa...that's weird to type) who will be born sometime before the end of 2011. He better be, anyway, because I miss taking a full, deep breath and I miss my clothes. And I miss being able to eat junk food without guilt. This kid and his healthy food cravings are really starting to irk my dormant potato chip habits. Seriously. I mean, how many organic strawberries can one girl eat? I'm currently finding that out.

When I first found out I was pregnant, I joked with RC that I wanted a maternity test because he's a professional racer and, as I concluded, Lord only knows who the mother of this kid is. He's gone racing and riding and I don't know what. This kid could be anyone's, really. About a month and a half ago, we went to have a full 3D ultrasound (totally trippy, by the way) and we got to see the little one's face. The good news is he's pretty darn cute.

He ever-so-slightly resembles RC, so no worries there. But there was still that nagging question of the maternity of this child. Who could it be? Well, when we got the second photo, all questions were answered:

That's my boy! Let's see, one cute picture and then one of him flipping us off in utero. Yep, definitely mine.

By the way, he's grounded the minute he's born.