I’ve gotten several funny reactions, mostly from the guys, upon seeing this image on my phone for the first time. When I stuck it in Bryan Frank‘s face as he was looking for someone in the newsroom, he at first thought it was some sort of abstract or space image. Heheh. My buddy Marc had to shade the phone because it was about dusk, and he said, “what’s this?…..No!” The girls, of course, know exactly what it was. Yep. I’m pregnant. (You can click the ultrasound to see it bigger)

Some quick facts: I’m at 10 weeks, nearing 11 weeks. Everyone has been asking if I’ve had morning sickness, but I am apparently one of the lucky ones not experiencing that tried and true signal of motherhood. On the other hand, I’ve broken out in acne like its 1993 again (I was born in 1978, so I’m saying its like I’m 15 again). Like I told my friends in an email over the weekend, I hardly feel pregnant, except for the occasional belly cramps (according to the doctor’s office, its round ligament pain) and some, ahem, problems with the plumbing. That’s taken care of though. I also don’t look too different, other than the acne — I am still in the same clothes, albeit fitting a bit snugly and also gravitating to more, forgiving, summer dresses.

Trin and I have known for weeks, of course. In fact, one of the reasons why I couldn’t blog our day trip to Ojai back in June was because that’s the day I told Trinity he was going to be a father. :)

I have a lot more to ruminate about on this subject, but I think this is enough of a bombshell for a Monday. BTW, what should my pregnancy category be called? “Hey Baby”? “Baby Momma”? “Momma D”? Another friend suggested an entirely new baby blog. Whaddya think?