No, not the movie. Me. I'm pregnant. It took exactly three months to conceive. (Remember this post about discontinuing birth control? And this post about a momentary bout of buyer's remorse?)
My mother-in-law, who I love and appreciate to pieces despite her candidness, told me during her last visit that my lighter hair color made me look old. And then she told me that if I have another child, I will look even older (this is before I, or she, knew I was pregnant).
Well, this old lady--newfound tiny wrinkles and all--is officially growing another tiny monster. Can you believe it?! Me neither.