For those of you with whom I have not had the pleasure of speaking in the past five months, approved who do not read Valleywag, sale or my husband’s blog, ampoule Brad’s Sketchpad, I’m hereby formally announcing that Brad and I are expecting twins in early December.

For those of you who have known me for a long, long time, you are probably pissing yourselves with schadenfreudistic glee that not only did I get married and procreate like I said I never would but you always knew was bullshit, not only that, but also fate duped me into having two at one time.

Others may be thinking, and indeed, have said in not so many words to my very face, “fucking over-achiever, it figures.” Both responses are welcome insights into the vulnerabilities of my personality, more of which are sure to be revealed by the awesome task ahead.
My own feelings could first be described as “shock” and now as “awe”. The science of how your body changes to accomplish this feat of procreation is nothing short of miraculous. On the other hand, its also pretty uncomfortable, and doctors disagree on some of the most basic questions, the answers to which you would think we would know, given how long women have been doing this thing.

Now that I’ve come out as a pregnant lady, I’ll be blogging more about the stuff that occupies my mind these days. Its not much different from the stuff I usually think about, but just writ in a different context. For example, my interest in security means I think a lot about risk mitigation and the strengths and limitations of cost-benefit analysis. Now I’m translating that framework for policy making to the question of whether to eat sushi, what baby car seat to buy or whether to use plastic or glass bottles.