Posting from my parents'.

Now my whole family knows, except my brother who is backpacking and hence unavailable. Most excited person to date: my eleven-year-old niece Alexis. She talked about the baby nonstop.

The nausea kicked in last night in a bad way. My parents had gotten tickets to a Little Theater production of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum," which was in fact funny, although glaringly amateurish in parts. At intermission, I started in with the phantom bad smells - in this case, something that smelled like cleaning fluid. Then curiousangel bought Alexis a pack of peanut butter cups, and the garish peanut butter smell almost knocked me over. I continued to be nauseated for the rest of the night, although at least I was able to distract myself from it in parts.

My mother, God help me, has already started buying baby clothes. Two little infant nightgowns and a bib. She also brought home a huge stack of literature from her office, including a copy of A Child is Born, an incredible book of photos of fetal development - right down to, I mean, endoscopic pictures of an egg being released from a follicle. I regret to say that the baby currently looks more like a shrimp than anything else. Tail and all. Even better than the book: a 30-minute video called "The Amazing Talents of Newborns," about the social, cognitive, and sensory capacities of babies in the first hours and days of life. Cool.