I'm pregnant!
I've been dying to write those two words for weeks now, but as sick as I've been it just didn't seem real until we went for an ultrasound this week. Baby #3 is on his/her way, and as happy as we are, I just wish I wasn't so sick all the time. You'd think I'd have the hang of this pregnancy thing by now, but no. It's the hardest one so far. By FAR.
But it's OK, because look! Baby legs!
(Those of you who know me in real life - the mystery of why I've been completely blowing everyone off, not returning calls, or why my face is a lovely shade of green is finally solved.)
(I also want to thank my editors for not firing me. I haven't been able to write anything that didn't say "OMG!! I'm pregnant!" and they've been extremely patient with me. Thanks!)
So this will be baby #3. Wow. We can't even wrap our heads around that: Three kids. My husband and I will be outnumbered. We'll have to buy another chair for the kitchen table.
Oh, let's face it: We're doomed.
Things will change around here, that's for sure. The hardest thing to accept? I had a dream that I bought a minivan, and I liked it.
