And we're 16 weeks today!

Jonathan was telling our baby all about the world this morning. Topics included: hip hop music, dating advice, and baseball. I, of course, rebutted with: indie rock, different dating advice, and soccer.

WWID (Translation: What Would Ice Do?)

It's a thing when - only 15 weeks into pregnancy - 75% of one's wardrobe is OUT. I mean "See ya later, I'll likely never even fit into you again post-baby" out. There's so much talk about dressing for one's body and unfortunately so much of my wardrobe is meant to accentuate a body part that is no longer small. In fact, it's the one thing that will get even bigger. If I knew then what I know now... (shakes fist at sky)

So, I was a little bummed. New clothes are FUN but so expensive. Factor in limited closet space (hashtag urban living - it feels less offensive if I spell out "hashtag") and I've got an issue.

It's now, in these moments, that I summon the wisdom of one of the greatest thinkers of our time.

Fast forward to 0:54 if you find this video insufferable.

I'm sure he would even be surprised to be labeled at such, but as you can see (hear?) Vanilla Ice did say "If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it." Let's do this, Ice.

Although I've sworn off Old Navy, I'd heard they had a maternity department and I wanted to see if there was anything I could purchase to kick off my maternity wardrobe. I did find two dresses and two tops and bought Jonathan a pair of slippers (this sounds grandpa-esque but you should have SEEN his other ones...yikes) all for $50. I will probably wear each item one time before the washing machine eats it but I'll take it.

The GAP also offered a surprising number of deals. Sorry I'm your "model" here but this dress was $6. I also got a pair of jeans for $10. That's basically free. C'mon.

My real reason for writing today is because I discovered H&M's Maternity Line and I am freaking out.

This jersey top (meant for this new Jersey girl) is a must have in gray and navy stripes.

This sweater is also darling. Since everything in my wardrobe cannot be striped, I went with the blush here.

Remember that time I was just a cool chick in an indie band and made jewelry on the side?

And then I owned a small photography business and knitted booties for hipster Brooklyn babies as my side hustle? Recall that time in my life?

DID YOU SAY POLKA DOTS? Dots eclipse stripes in my world but only by a little. This is for the woman who runs programming at a non-profit and is on the faculty at a local college. Grin.

In the even wiser words of two more influential thinkers...

Finally!

Instead of just the 3 people who read this blog, now the world knows! WE ARE PREGNANT.

I am so glad the word's out because I was losing my mind a bit. I don't own enough baggy sweaters to hide this ever-growing bump that's turned into a mountain. I can't even see my feet and I'm only 15 weeks. I feel like Homer Simpson and I'm scared for week 34.

We wanted to do something fun to share the news so we turned my 35th birthday and our housewarming into a "Surprise, we're pregnant and having a girl!" party. Jonathan billed it a traditional surprise party for me, but the surprise was on everyone else.

<Insert self-satisfied smirks here>

Since our friends and family are so good looking, we made a little video to share the good news.

And here are a few pics from the event. I was inspired by pictures I saw from the Golden Globes so I created a photo booth (read: Alyssa created a photo booth) and everyone seemed to enjoy dressing in my past Halloween costumes. Sexy Hermione and Sexy Raphael the Ninja Turtle were hits. Jonathan's Michael Jackson jacket was also huge.

Special thanks to this guy for taking pictures and filming the video! Mel Yacin, everyone. Available for bar mitzvahs and pet birthdays.

Another finally! event occurred: I worked out. Tonight, in fact. Because I am a hoarder my mother's daughter I've saved my soccer t-shirts throughout the years and I looked positively ridiculous with a giant belly protruding from a soccer t from 1995. On one hand, it's good this lady lump didn't happen then. On the other hand, I should just stick to blogging. Jonathan was trying to "train" me and I was trying to do everything but. I am sure the residents in our building had a good laugh at my expense as I was struggling to lift 5 lb. weights. Jonathan kept trying different motivational phrases such as:"Okay, so the baby is crawling past you and is about to get into some bad stuff so you have to bend down in a squat, pick up the baby, and bring her up to your chest." You know what? No. No I do not. You know why? Because my child would never do such a thing--forcing her mother to work out. That is cruel. and this child? She's an angel.