I Know What I'm Getting for Christmas

I've never really been very good at keeping secrets and this one is no exception: I'm pregnant! ( I always found it really a bit strange when people say "we're pregnant." As far as I know I'm the only one who feels like puking all day. And more to the point, I'm the only one who is imagining that the word "tearing" is going to apply to parts of my body. But I digress...)

My parents and I started referring to the unborn one as Giuseppe on our recent trip to Italy. Kind of cruel if it turns out to be a girl, but something tells me it's a boy. Due to arrive sometime around Christmas.