The title says exactly what I want it to say. I’m pregnant!
I’ve been trying to hold off on announcing anything on the blog until I had more visual proof. This will have to do, because I’m nearly 18 weeks and my belly is taking forever to show up.
This photo was even taken on a day I was feeling particularly round. (Although, compared to Farrell’s beach ball belly, my slight pudge is completely eclipsed.)
Preemptive answers to questions you might have: Yes, I have a good doctor here. I’m due in mid-December and I’ll fly back to the US to give birth (I do believe that there are perfectly adequate private hospitals in Bishkek, but there’s a language barrier I’d like to avoid, plus it’s a nice excuse to be home for the holidays). Baby and I will make the trip back to Bishkek around January/February (either Farrell or my dad will accompany us, how exciting that my parents will finally have an excuse to come visit me!). We’ll find out the gender, but won’t tell anybody else (until he or she is born, of course).
And in other news, happy 2nd anniversary to Farrell and me! As both of us are getting over a bout of watermelon-induced food poisoning (apparently everybody in the world except us knows not to eat watermelon until late-July/August), we’re celebrating with a quiet evening at home, eating plain rice and broth. (Last year, we weren’t even in the same country. Just a couple of romantics, aren’t we?)