It rained today.
During nap, I took to the couch with my book.
But instead of reading I started to think about how much stuff I lug along with me when Eddie and I go somewhere. And then my mind wandered to how much more stuff we would need if we were to have a second child.
And then I started remembering what it was like to be pregnant.
morning (noon and night) sickness
a heating pad
the preggle taking over the bed
uncomfortable lady bits
uncomfortable everything else
someone rocking and rolling while I am trying to get to sleep
the pregnancy “dumbs”
and really the list keeps going. Do I really want to do this again?
Then I thought about that little guy in the other room who got a hair cut the other day and is suddenly a little boy instead of a baby.
And then I thought about my cat. His name is Louis.
Which sort of made me think about Lori for a second, if I am honest. And her cat, Nimbus.
Anyway…I started wondering where the phrase “let the cat out of the bag” came from.
I mean, why in the world did a CAT become symbolic for a secret? I know they are stealthy and all, but really? A cat in a bag is anything BUT secretive.
My cat has been in a brown paper bag before. He was not a fan. Not at ALL.
So I looked up the origin of the phrase and it turns out back in the day, people would put a cat in a bag instead of a piglet at market and try to sell it as a pig. If the cat got out of the bag, the gig was up.
This still seems dumb to me.
I can’t even keep my cat in his carrier without him meowing his face off, let alone stick him a bag with no holes. He would have thrashed about and everyone in a 3 mile radius would know I had a dang cat in the bag.
And guess what. I have been trying to keep a cat in a bag anyway. Even though I know full well that it is impossible.
As hard as I have tried over the last two and a half weeks, I just couldn’t keep the cat all the way in the bag. People knew. It meowed loudly and eventually got a paw out, or his tail, or his nose.
and now? The cat is completely out of the proverbial bag.
My secret is now out….
I am pregnant. Six weeks.
Tomorrow (Friday) I have an early ultrasound to make sure this baby is sticking where he/she is supposed to be (I am on progesterone supplements again like I was with Eddie).
And if all goes well…(which we think it is because I constantly want to either puke or sleep…yay for BlogHer!)…coming to Sluiter Nation in March of 2012?
Oh! I just thought of another pregnancy symptom…rambly, disconnected thoughts.