The last few months have been thrilling. Spine-tingling. Exhil­i­rat­ing, even. So where have I been? Why haven’t I been shar­ing this excitement?

Well.

I am pregnant.

Not to get all emo­tional, but, 2010 was rough. For a vari­ety of rea­sons. One of the big­gies, though, was my frus­tra­tion with my own body. Preg­nancy was not, as I had been led to believe, some­thing that hap­pens the minute you want it. For me, any­way. This made me sad and, crap­pily, really angry. I was going through the begin­ning stages of fer­til­ity test­ing and spend­ing a lit­tle too much time read­ing about all the things I was maybe doing wrong, wor­ry­ing about my age, feel­ing guilty for drink­ing cof­fee and gen­er­ally mis­er­able. I felt such a sense of shame about our sit­u­a­tion that I didn’t tell many peo­ple. At the same time, one of my col­lege room­mates was going through almost the same thing—and we never told each other. (Good news, though: her due date is about a month before mine.)

We found out this week that baby is a boy, and I can’t wait to meet him. So far, 2011 is awesome.