I am back.  For those who don’t know I was a blogging drop out.  I started My Hormones Made Me Do It almost one year ago for two reasons; one, I own a maternity boutique and spend my days understanding every pregnant girl goes through the same, crazy hormonal changes and just needs a friend to tell her she is in fact normal (at least as far as pregnant girl standards are concerned), and two, I planned on being pregnant any minute. 

Number two is pretty freakin’ hilarious because the thing “they” forget to tell you in sex-ed is that it can be so much more complicated than throwing out the birth control and having one fun night. For me, or should I say us as my husband is quick to point out he was involved, pregnancy required one fertility specialist, one acupuncturist, surprisingly zero therapists, IUI, a box of meds stored in the refrigerator and countless prayers.  In the end it happened naturally during a mandatory month off from fertility treatments.  That part makes me smile at the best of times and laugh out loud during rare cynical moments.  Did we really need to spend thousands of dollars?  I will add that to the proverbial if a tree falls and nobody hears it…or however that saying goes.

Most importantly, I am knocked up, 15 weeks and a couple days to be exact and my list of must haves is growing by the day.  New bras are an absolute must, long fitted tees that make me look pregnant rather than like I enjoyed too many donuts (even though I have eaten my fair share) are a new favorite and jeans, oh how I love my new jeans.  Lets start with the bra that saves my tatas everyday.  I promise you ladies, all you need are a couple of these and a sign for hubby that says: look, but please don’t touch, and you will feel like a new woman, or at least a perkier prego!

Now that we are in this together I will commit to following up on those must haves, in return I hope that you will help with my laundry list of questions.  For today I have to ask, what are your favorite books on pregnancy?  I am so overwhelmed at the bookstore I seem to drift down to the coffee counter for a decaf latte and a scone to calm myself, so not the point of the trip, but delicious none the less.