Before I begin waxing on and on about pregnancy (because you know I will) (and also, because I have the single most disgusting morning sickness story and crap like that just can’t be contained), I wanted to take a moment to share a fun little conversation with Charlotte from a few days ago…and to say thank you.

    -  What do you want to be when you grow up?
    -  A big sister.
    -  A big sister, huh?  Are you going to be a big sister to the baby in my belly?
    -  The baby is not in your belly, Momma!  THAT IS SO SILLY!  It is in your uterus.
    -  Okay.  Do you want the baby in my uterus to be a boy or a girl?
    -  It should be a baby brother, yes.  (pauses, thinks)  Momma?
    -  Yes, darling?
    -  Is the baby not in your uterus?
    -  Yes, the baby is in my uterus.
    -  Did Daddy’s sperm not make the baby?
    -  Yes, Daddy’s sperm helped make the baby.
    -  Are Daddy’s sperm not living with the baby in your uterus?
    -  Hmmm.  Well.  Daddy’s sperm fertilized my egg and the sperm and the egg together turned into the baby.  Sort of like how caterpillars turn into butterflies.  You don’t see the egg or the sperm individually again after that; the single cell just slowly grew and transformed into the baby.
    -  Oh.  Okay.  And it should be a baby brother.  And I will name him George.

THANK YOU to each and every one of you who smiled or cried or commented or e-mailed or sent warm wishes or gave us a thumbs up or prayed or…well, just thank you.  It means so much to our family.  This baby is already so lucky to be so welcomed and loved by so many people.

On that note, Lauren (who has the most adorable daughter Violet OH MY GOODNESS) at With Two Cats is putting up a casual q/a with me at some point in the day; I’m not sure when.  The part where I mentioned the community forged by blog readers?  I mean every word of that.  If you ever doubt whether or not blogs create a community capable of great things, go to a post that announces something important: a birth or a death, a pregnancy or a miscarriage, a birthday or an engagement, a wedding or a divorce, a success or a failure.  I guarantee that it it is in these posts that the comments tell you that this world is composed of good-hearted people.  People who care, people who are worth listening to, people who share ideas and thoughts, people who can change the landscape of a blogger’s life, and people who will help you out without ever having met you face to face.

Again and always: thank you.

** Charlotte is two years and eight months old.  I am ten weeks pregnant.