Oh, what's that? You already figured? Was it the eyebrow raising lack of wine mentions of late? Or the uninspired "party" I threw Vivi that consisted of ten balloons, five people, and not a single goody bag or musical soundtrack, a la years past, because I couldn't muster up the energy for a fancier fete? Or how my blog dwindled to near nothingness during the past four weeks when more often than not, I was crying in my bed because, you know, monthlong "hangovers" that even Zofran won't touch are just SUCH a blast? Especially with two kids who don't care that mommy feels like death, they want to play and go and do. It's not been pretty, yall. You haven't lived until you've dry heaved into a froggy training potty (because the big potty is clogged) while one kid screams "MY POTTY! NO PUKIN' IN MAH POTTY!" and the other one fake heaves beside you laughing her head off. My kids have watched so much Dora this past month that they're rolling their Rs. The house has gone to the dogs. (AND the cats.) I don't even know where my vacuum is. This was my real life laundry room at the end of one long, particularly difficult week. (And yeah, that's a Christmas wreath still hanging on the door there. Too sick to care!)
And oh, PS, can you believe I'm adamant about NOT finding out the sex of our final addition? I am serious! We've got one of each (and the tubs of pink and blue clothes in storage to clothe any kind of babe), and honestly, when my friends have chosen not to find out the sex of their babies I've been about 100x more excited to hear their big news on delivery day. I want that suspenseful moment for myself on this, our final round of baby-having, so I'm torturing my family and joining the Team Green bandwagon. (Sorry, family.) J's on board, and by on board I mean rolling his eyes and saying "I love you, so if that's what you want....." Good man. Good man who WILL be ordered to turn toward the wall during our 20 week scan, because I wouldn't put it past him to be a peeking peeker who PEEKS.
And yes, this WILL be the final addition to our little family. Shop. Is. CLOSED. 3u4, even if just by a handful of days, is my baby having limit. And if we are to be so blessed to have three healthy little loves to hold and kiss and grow big? I wouldn't even have dared to dream it could be true a few years back.
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