I feel like I'm in trouble...

I'm sorry, girls! Here I am letting my husband share our news and I'm not doing my part. I actually am pregnant! I'm a little scared to admit it. I guess I've been in denial just because I haven't felt quite right. Damon has been dying to tell people and I've been really reserved. He kept the kids this weekend so I could go to Time Out for Women in Chicago and then I felt so indebted to him (Why did I feel indebted to him for watching his own kids?) that I let him post the news. I thought it would be funny if any of the men actually told their wives about it; like a little test for our husbands on gossiping. Anyway, I was waiting for my birthday post to announce (which I'll just do now, instead of tomorrow) and then I felt like I was letting you guys down, which I can't handle. So here it all is. I'm due October 23rd, but I haven't even been to the doctor and I haven't even thrown-up yet so can I really be pregnant? We're excited, but I think I'm realistically nervous at the same time. I don't know how you girls have done it. Being pregnant and having kids during intern year deserves some kind of medal. I think Heavenly Father knew that I couldn't handle it, so He held out on us for a few months with this baby. It feels like it's been so long that I hardly know what's normal or what to do anymore. Zeke is so excited. We told the kids on Sunday and Zeke has pampered me ever since. I can't believe what a sweetheart he has been.

In other news we are moving at the end of May. Damon was offered a spot at a new residency program in Detroit at a really scary hospital. You know, the kind with naked crack whores running down the hallways. Just what he was looking for. So we're in the process of looking for a house to buy in one of the worst markets in the country. We're going to try to buy a foreclosed home so we'll have some instant equity. It shouldn't be too hard in this economy.

So, I've been thinking about this birthday post and dreading putting up my picture. I don't have a new cut haircut or anything that's changed. Actually, I've already gotten a little fatter so that's a change. But I kept thinking about how on American Idol they have to say something that America doesn't already know about them and some of them are really lame because they just aren't that interesting. Well, I'm one of the lame ones. I thought I could write the things I hate about Detroit, but that wouldn't be a very positive birthday post and I don't know if there's room on the blog for it. So here's what I finally came up with:

I have a ridiculous amount of nicknames. I thought I would share some of them with you and give you a glimpse into the deeper or should I say shallower side of Ann.

1. Annie - no one in my family calls me Ann. I have been Little Orphan Annie since I was a little girl running around with my wild red hair (yes, I am a red head) and no shoes.

2. Mrs. Fishburn - Damon calls me this which totally cracks me up since it is my maiden name and then he throws the MRS. in there. I feel like he's talking about my mom but he never calls me Kalcich.

3. Annabelle - no wonder I like your baby girl so much, Jenny. I have a cousin that always calls me by this name.

4. Smoff - My oldest sister calls me this. We used to have a tag game and whoever was "it" was the smoff and being the youngest, I was always "it".

5. Pecosita - This is Spanish for little freckle. Growing up in New Mexico I was quickly renamed for all those freckles on my face.

6. Zhu Zhu - This is from It's A Wonderful Life. One Christmas we were watching it and my dad made some comment about how they should have named me Zhu Zhu. My brother decided it was a great way to tease me and the name stuck.

7. Granny Annie - Yes, I am an 80 year old woman stuck in my almost 27 year old body. I would much rather stay at home to read, quilt, bake, and do crossword puzzles. Plus my best friend is my 91 year old Grandma. Granny's rock!

Well, I hope I have followed the Birthday Post rules and satisfied everyone with my BIG NEWS! Here's my picture.

Oh wait, that's not me. Here's the real Granny Annie with the Chicago sky line for a backdrop:

Man, I look like death with those raccoon eyes, but this is the best... or the only picture I've got.

I miss you guys. Let's all meet up in Chicago some day or anywhere for that matter!