S&D, she'll come back, just give it, oh, either another half a year, or another 18 years...
And I want to make you a little promise only you have to SWEAR you aren't going to hate me for saying it: when you are no longer pregnant and have fallen into the swing of being a mom and can laugh about your pregnancy, you and DP are going to have the biggest chuckle about 'remember that time when you cried because I took your library books back?'.
A woman whose blog I used to read lives in Crested Butte, CO and feels the same way every year when there is a college spring break festival in CB, except that it's inundated with obnoxious college students who get violent when they can't get their starbucks. Oh, heck, here's the link
I'm off to get that nap... we have a bday party for one of T's friends this afternoon (just down the street, thankfully), but it's in an hour, of course... kid is sleeping and wife is out of house investigating why the board is off of the front door of the abandoned, condemned house behind us - yeah we don't really live in the ghetto, I swear - so
ps: pigirl: when I was pregnant the first time and still working I told all of my colleagues right away because I had such horrific morning sickness and couldn't hide it. Still, it was a Waldorf school faculty, we were awfully tight.
I told the children after I had gotten through my 1st tri by writing a riddle for the 4th and 5th graders, letting them guess, and then letting them tell the rest of the school, the same day I wrote a letter to all of the families and included it in the school newspaper...
probably not the route you're going to take, but that's what I did!