I’ve been rather mum on this subject (that’s a hilarious pun, you guys!), but I’ve gained a bit of weight around my midsection. And it’s the kind of weight that kicks you, if ya know what I’m sayin’, not the kind of weight you kick yourself for when you indulge in seconds at a baby shower buffet (see above).
Why didn’t I shout this news from the virtual rooftops eight months ago, the moment I saw that little plus sign on a stick? After all, I happily had my wedding profiled in a magazine and I share so much of my life on The Anthology. Why not chronicle every fetal hiccup? Well, I’ve been preoccupied with trying to figure out how on earth I’m going to take a few weeks off from running my company post-kid (seriously, business-owning moms, how do you do it?) and I haven’t wanted to bore you with ultrasound updates, so I haven’t written much about it (unless you count this list of my top five maternity must-haves).
But boy have I been talking about it. And you know what’s surprised me most? The third question people ask me. The first is always “When are you due?” (in theory less than a month) and the second is always “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” (Nope!) The third? “Are you going to turn The Anthology into a mommy blog?” No, it’ll stay the same design-focused, fashion-loving, travel-obsessed blog it’s always been. Though I will be giving a bit of air time to cute gifty finds like this handmade stuffed fox because we all have nieces and nephews we need to buy for.
[My non-maternity dress is from H&M]
P.S. You can follow me on Twitter without worrying that I’ll tweet from the delivery room. My name may start with a K, but I am no Kardashian.
