We've decided to add one more little punkin to our brood and are looking forward to baby number 3's arrival towards the end of March!
Why yes...you HAVE done the math right...that would mean that, when the new baby gets here, we will have a 3 year old, a 2 year old, and a newborn...HOLY MAMA MOLY.
Therefore, the blog theme may take a little bit of an interesting turn, but seriously, I have difficulties staying on topic anyway, so you are with me by now not because you are a weight loss fanatic, but simply because you enjoy being active and might be able to relate just slightly to our 3-ring-circus. And boy, will I need you to stay with me with all this going on!
So...to answer your questions...
How did I find out?
Well, I took one of those handy dandy little tests that confirmed my suspicions. I hadn't been feeling on the top of my game and I was starving...all the time...those are normally my big giveaways.
How did I tell Scott?
It was nap time and he was out mowing the grass. So I walked out and he shut off the mower and I said, "I'm pregnant" and burst into an emotional mess of tears. My loving husband answered me with, "Oh no...we're going to need a bigger house...and a mini van!" And then he wrapped me in a sweaty hug and we laughed.
|We used this picture to tell our parents when we found out we were pregnant with Elizabeth.|
How did the girls take the news?
We asked Elizabeth at the dinner table one night what she would think if Mommy and Daddy had another baby. She looked at us, cocked her head to the side, and said, "Well...we've got Rachel..." And that was really all she had to say about that. Rachel is a big fan of bA-beees (as she says) so I really don't anticipate any issues. Well, unless her lap is taken...then there might be a rumble.
|See Mama, I will be a great big sister...I can walk the baby and carry it and change it's diaper...|
How have I been feeling?
With the exception of a few queezy mornings, I've really felt pretty good. I've been able to continue in my workouts and am fine with most foods...except for tuna fish...still the thought of it makes me turn green.
Oh, and I crave sandwiches...lots of them...
I mean, if I could afford a Jimmy John's in my house, it would be here pronto.
My husband, so far, has no complaints over this new food fetish.
Ok, that's it for now...thank you for staying with me through these twists and turns of life...I appreciate you!