"There are a few things worse than pregnancy. Holocaust, port-o-potties, stirrup pants..."
I'm officially 14 weeks pregnant, and it hasn't been all sunbeams and unicorns since the stick turned pink.
My pregnancy was planned, though I never thought I'd be pregnant so quickly. And, because of my unexpected extreme fertility, I've thoughtfully changed my name to Amaunet the Fertility Goddess, but you can call me Jenital for short.
I'm so excited about having a little munchkin that I can raise, ruin, and push to extreme levels of success. Baby Stengel has already been added to the waiting list of the best tennis, ballet, archery, fencing, equestrian, clay shooting, synchronized swimming, and t-ball programs in Charleston. I have an Urdu, Farsi, Mandarin, and Cuneiform tutor lined up and I've paid off the principal at the local private school. She/He is only the size of a peach and already has an extra curricular calendar destined to land Baby S in the first round draft of Harvard University. Mommy's so proud.
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