A small recap of, you know, life.

Happy May. Life has been shockingly busy of late. We took our little jaunt to Costa Rica, and it was amazing. I can't get into it right now though, because I need to upload pictures to do it justice. Or rather steal pictures from Jessie's coworker, who actually took good ones. Anyway, between that and everyone getting sick once we got back, we've had our hands full. But hey, in the midst of all the chaos, we took a little side trip to the doctor and found out some exciting news about our future progeny. Wait for it...okay, you probably already know. We're having another little boy! Spencer is beside himself. About many other things, not about this, because he still hasn't figured out he's getting displaced. But the girls are pretty excited. Madeline complained for about thirty seconds because she was set on a sister and then started making up a song and dance celebrating the occasion. Kimberly was cool with it but really wants to name the little guy Spencer. Because two Spencers are better than one.

Jessie and I are pretty excited we're going to have two little pairs of matching munchkins. Jessie's only disappointed because he blew his perfect record predicting gender. Me, I'm still perfect at 0-4, so I'm obviously superior. Jessie likes that I now talk about the boys' room and the girls' room. I'm just glad I'll be able to ship off half the crew for Father and Son camp-outs. Yeehaw.

Well, that's about the news. There's probably more, but I'm a bit worn out from building a boy and dealing with irrational two year olds. (Seriously. Kimberly is this close to being set loose in the wilds of Africa where she belongs. We do not support independent thinking here anymore. Only swift and terrible dictatorship.) So we'll let you all get back to your important summer plans. Over and out.

Gestation Update

Hey folks. How's the peanut gallery? Life here continues to roll on. I thought since we have a zillion other things going on, the most important thing to tell you all about is how I'm getting fat.

Here's our progress at week 17. Forgive the awesome aesthetics of the photo. The wet hair, the messy room, the dirty mirror. I was going to get gussied up in my ball gown and lounge in the garden, but we don't want to lose the glamour of a fourth pregnancy here. This is living. 

On the positive side, the nausea is gone, so life is worth living again. That's probably all the physical detail you want and I'm willing to share, because let's face it, pregnancy ailments are everyone's favorite topic. But lest I disappoint you, we can still discuss my favorite pregnancy symptom: how I'm slowly turning into a crazy person. Seriously, the hormones are kicking my trash. I tried to explain it to Jessie once, but I probably didn't convey very well how my emotional state has turned into a bad YA novel. Like every emotion I've ever had in my life is just swarming around at 300 percent capacity in my subconscious and breaking out to terrorize the local villagers every once in a while. Irritability and tears being the most fun. Jessie likes to make fun of me when I cry at stupid commercials or cartoons. Except the joke's on him, because I cry at everything when he's not looking. Don't worry, I'm not about to have a nervous breakdown or anything. It just looks that way on the outside. But really, we're having a dandy old time.

In other baby related news, only two weeks until we find out what this little one is. We're excited about that. We don't really care if it's a boy or a girl, and I go back and forth on which I'm pulling for based on which kid is being cuter/naughtier in the moment. I'd tell you what I think it is, but since I'm always wrong, this would be bad for my street cred. Jessie thinks it's a girl. (I don't care about his street cred.) Feel free to place bets and you know, feel superior if you're right. 

And, that's all the news we have on new offspring. Thanks for staying tuned.