It's a...

...boy. We went in this morning for our 20-ish week ultrasound and found out that our baby is a boy. There will be someone to carry on the Garland name. In fact, we are naming him John Deal G. J.D. for short. John is his grandfather's name and I know he is going to be tickled pink when we tell him. We found out last night that a tiny part of him wanted it to be a boy, so I know he is just giddy today.

Part of me is still weirded out by all this. I mean, I know there are some women out there who are all "I loved every second of being pregnant." Well, not me. So far, it's been weird, uncomfortable, nauseating, and it's starting to get awkward. I mean, I am sure it will get better. But I think because this is my first pregnancy and I really don't know what to expect, it's still just too foreign.

I don't mean to sound negative about all this. I think I just don't quite know what to feel because I've never been through this before. I can just hope that I'm being a good "host" for my parasite (as we jokingly called him for a while) and do the best that I can to take care of myself during this time.

In the meantime, I guess it's ok to register now for all the red and blue stuff that we've been eyeing. I am really liking this super cute stroller that is red, black, and silver. It's the perfect thing for a baby Bulldog!

I don't think I'll ever really be embarrassed again

So, I am in a show that goes up this weekend. It's pretty infamous. Mostly for the title alone. I am performing in "The Vagina Monologues." What most people don't know is that this show was written by a woman who wanted to shine the light on brutality against women and how women felt about themselves and their sexualities. Performances are put on all over the country and the proceeds always go to the local women's shelter in the town. It's not and anti-man show in any way. It's just pro-woman. It's also VERY honest and blunt. To the point where audience members can be uncomfortable at times because the show is quite direct. My monologue is one of the true comic relief ones. It's called "My Angry Vagina" and it's very funny. It's stuff that all women can relate to because it's about visiting the gyno's office and other inconveniences like that. Other people's monologues in the show are much tougher or emotional or revealing than mine. But, I am pretty sure that after sitting on stage with 18 other women (all of whom say vagina NUMEROUS times) and myself having to say things like "Vagina Motherfuckers", it's going to have to be something awfully big to embarrass me in the future.