I feel a little bit as though keeping the secret of being pregnant kind of kept me from blogging on a regular basis. As though keeping one thing bottled up kept the cork on everything else in my life, too. Although, when you're sick and tired from being pregnant it pretty much is your life.
Lest you think from my last post that we aren't happy about this baby, let me just tell you that you're wrong. While it was a little bit of a shock to find out I was pregnant, we are getting more and more excited every day. I may have thought I was done, but I've been wrong before. That is why we live where we do, why I once painted a room pink and am the proud (yet in denial) owner of a minivan. I'm getting used to it.
Rophone adapted to the idea of having another child very quickly. Almost immediately upon seeing the positive pregnancy test he thought of something wonderful that comes with having a baby-- "Well, at least your boobs will get bigger." I really appreciate that he can see how great this will be.
We're really leaning toward thinking this one is a girl, but, as I've said, I've been wrong before. We'll get the official word near the end of October or so. Pen and Ginger are really hoping for a baby sister to dress up and coddle. This poor child in my womb has no idea of the life-as-a-living-doll that awaits her when she comes out. If this baby ends up being a boy, I may have a mutiny on my hands.
Big continues to be excited to be a big brother (as is Bud), but is still struggling with some internal battle of being three. He alternates between yelling at me and hitting me, to then cuddling with me and telling me he "wants to be my snuggle-bunny forever". Poor kid. Hopefully he'll have it all figured out by the time the baby comes so it won't end up being worse. I guess we'll see.
I'm due the first week of March, which is a ways off, so it looks like we'll all have a little more time to figure things out before the baby comes. A really good thing, since we really need it.