Witch baby

Carl and I have given the embryo-soon-to-maybe-be-fetus its own little moniker: witch baby, after the Weetzie Bat kind (this means it's a fond moniker but it recognizes an inherent little wildness).

I mean first of all, we can't really figure out how conception occured, since the ultrasound measurements would date conception at a time that we were not in the same city nevermind other things.

Secondly, the affects on my body are wild and untamed. Yesterday I felt lousy, except when consuming Mexican food (and the two hours thereafter), not usually the most stomach-friendly cuisine. It was over Sangria (Carl's) and gingerale (mine) that we christened witch baby.

(Incidently we found a great Mexican restaurant here, Mexicali Rosa's (not a chain) and I gazed longingly upon the Sangria which looked and smelled fabulous. I had a chicken enchilada, a real one with a soft corn tortilla, and rice and beans and 'twas all yummy, yummy.)

Thirdly, we figured out that this baby has managed to torpedo all our real estate plans. The plan was to spend the spring and summer looking (and negotiating, because our house desires are so far apart as to put us in separate solar systems) and then buy in late summer as the market falls off.

However now I will be 8 months pregnant in August and this seems like a bad plan. A better plan is probably to buy in the spring market (but that's when everyone is bidding against you!).

Also we'll be buying on one salary, which we like to do anyway. But we'll really really be buying on it, and this may well complicate getting a mortgage and also what kind of a house we can afford, which means - back to the negotiating board.

We're not unhappy. Just boggled. As I said, if this baby comes out alive and healthy (perhaps even just alive), it can interfere with any real estate deals it likes to.

But still. Witch Baby! Might as well name it Lynn.

Yesterday I also ate: yoghurt, cheese, crackers, and apple
Today so far: whole wheat waffles (two) topped with strawberries (about a cup).