Taken while lounging at the table after breakfast in Maui, I can't believe that #3 was secretly already well on his way to our clan. Like my brother-in-law put it: "Seems rather unnecessary". But in any case, I can't say that I had my fill of the whole baby thing after Thomas. In fact, I think he just wet our appetites for more. And even though my youth is waning...born in July '76-you do the math-it feels good to know that there are still more than a few baby making years left in me. (sorry if you lost your lunch right there).
So, in case you haven't heard, the due date has been confirmed by an ultrasound to be August 17th, meaning we're 17 weeks along-nearly halfway. The point is, morning sickness is behind us, the kicks are just beginning and I already feel like a pumpkin. All just in time for Lesa's wedding this June! Won't I just be a peach in my maternity bridesmaid dress! There should be a font to indicate sarcasm. Well, on that note, we're actually insanely happy about #3 and the adventures that await us, okay, somewhat stressed at times, but happy too. We think (we don't know) it's a boy, so I'll be referring to him as "he" on my blog, rather than "he/she" (or "pookie bum-bum" for that matter).