P to the G

I am quite sure that all of my half-dozen readers already know this, but here's the statement for the record: I am knocked up. With child. PG. Preggo. 11 weeks. I had refrained from posting on this until all essential players in my life had been personally informed (read: work folks) but now the jig is up. I must say, it's been sort of weird blogging for the last month without mentioning this very bizarre change in my life.

The blessed child is gender-less to date and is due around Thanksgiving time. There are lots of good stories already, and surely there will be more in the coming months. However, I promise my loyal readers one thing: this will not become a blog devoted only to the week-by-week developments of Little Stemmie Stem Cell. I will continue to weigh in on other important topics like current events, bar exam bullshit, TV, my favorite foods, and things/people I hate and/or love.

So, for now, think how creepy it is for someone to think they're in the room with me but really there's another "person" (not actually a person, but an alien) eavesdropping on every little word. Finally, according to Roisin, Stemmie can only hear her as of yet.