459: the news.

The news is out now; it's hard to keep it bottled up with strange forces such as Facebook and whatnot.

Because I have PCOS, I had to go on infertility treatments, which we started back in November. I began writing about the want of a little one not long after I returned from New Jersey, when helped out with my two adorable nephews (Ryan's sister's sons). The blog is called roots + wings, and I invite you to follow along, particularly because I'd still like this space to be an everyday, non-obsessive sort of place, which means I'll try to keep the baby-squealing to a minimum. Updates, yes. Everyday nattering, probably not.

The details: I'm almost seven weeks along, I'm due around New Year's, the baby is about the size of a sweet pea, and indeed, we are thrilled. Ryan likes to use the word "terrified" a bit more often than thrilled, but they both start with a T, right?