Brooke had hangover symptoms for two-months without the pleasure of drinking. And not just in the morning but all day. In other words, we’re pregnant. Or Brooke is pregnant. I like to say “we” because I want to show I’m engaged in the process, but I also don’t like to say “we” since only one of us is doing all the heavy lifting. Regardless, now that Brooke can hold down food and has her energy back we’re getting excited. Terrified, too, but mainly excited.