No, actually

No. Baby. Yet.

Done

This morning it took me a solid 10 minutes to put on my socks. Also, my ankles look like softballs. Baby girl, I am ready.

On the Home Front

Tomorrow I will be 34 weeks pregnant. Which means that I could have a full term birth in as little as THREE WEEKS. Eek. I did buy a pack of newborn diapers the other day, but that is really, seriously all I have done to prepare for a new baby. I know that they don't need much for awhile, but we have a few pressing matters of a new bed for Molly and I'm not sure if three car seats will actually fit in the back of my car and where are all those tiny clothes again and just sheesh. How did time creep up on me like this? And why am I on the computer when I really should be doing something productive?

I also decided yesterday that dang it, I am going to potty train Molly for good, right now, before the baby gets here! Motivation! And then there was some success and a lot of fighting and peeing in pants. And a poop disaster that required me to throw away some clothes instead of washing them. And this morning when she threw a tantrum instead of sitting on the potty, I put a diaper on her and gave up. I feel bad, because I really didn't even try, and sometimes she is so good and clearly is showing many signs of being ready. But it is so much easier to have her in diapers at this point. And I'm lazy. And I just want to wait until it's easy. Or at least when I'm not pregnant.

Porter starts a new round of swimming lessons tonight, the "big kid" kind, where I'm hoping he'll learn to swim actual strokes. He can move across the water at this point and not drown. But I wouldn't really call it swimming. We will see.

I'm Cooking: Last night we had Balsamic Chicken and Mushrooms, Steamed Broccoli and Rice Pilaf. The chicken recipe was a new one, and it was okay. The idea is good, it just needs some tweaking I think. The kids ate it up though, which makes it a win for me.

27 Weeks

Just thought I'd post this since I realized yesterday that I didn't have a single picture of myself looking pregnant yet. Ah, the third child, already sadly undocumented.



Also, acid reflux. Hello, old friend. We meet again.

Party of Five

Yes, it's official. Sometime in mid-April 2011, we will no longer fit at a regular restaurant table. I'm pregnant! Eleven weeks today. We heard the baby's heartbeat with the Doppler yesterday, and everything looks good. We are all excited, but Porter had some especially astute observations.

When asked if he wanted a brother or a sister, he thought for awhile and told us that if it was a girl then Molly would have a friend. Which was very sweet. And then he said if I was Superman I could use my laser vision to look inside my tummy and find out for sure. Which is also true. But alas, no laser vision here. I don't think we're going to find out the sex until delivery, so we have a long time to wait.

I've been waiting to post this until I felt confident, but I'm hoping it explains the lack of cooking posts and lack of posting in general. I'm hoping to get into a better groove soon with the advent of the second trimester. More to come!

AND. As a side note. Although this baby was very much planned and wanted and we are so excited, I have been feeling like a big old pile of crap. There is something about little babies that makes you forget all about "morning" sickness and labor and all the other good stuff. But. I am so done. I really can't do this again or put my family through it. If, in four years or so, I start talking about how fun it would be to just have another cute little baby, slap me in the face quickly and refer me to this post. Thank you.