MC strikes again!
(I seriously tried thinking of a dozen different first lines that didn’t sound too phallic, and nothing panned out. Though, I have to admit, they were damn funny)
Come August (on or around the 24th), we’ll be expanding our family by two feet! In the meantime, I’ll just be expanding my waistline.
About a year ago, as I was tagging all of my kids baby clothes, and stacking up the memories in an arm-chair, I looked over at MC and asked “are we really done?”. He agreed that he didn’t think we were, so I set to un-tagging and re-boxing all of the clothes. We agreed that we’d be done having kids by the time MC was 40 (which isn’t immediate, but imminent), and starting in July, we were “giving it a year”. Well, God had His own plan, as He is apt to do. On December 30, I found out we were expecting, and that we were due the day before our other daughter’s second birthday. We.Are.Crazy.
So, for now, I’m just managing through the constant nausea (like a hangover without the fun the night before) and running after two active children. Luckily, I’m married to a rockstar, who, even after his own very long day at work, comes home and finds the energy to take the reigns while I curl up in a ball from 6:30pm on.
And in case you were worried, I won’t be morphing this blog into a Pregnancy Blog. I’ve got a family blog for all those details. So, don’t run away 😉