We're going to Florida in a week and basically I've been tearing rings off my virtual paper chain all winter long to keep from strangling myself with it instead. Can you strangle yourself with a paper chain? I'm just saying, it's possible.
Anyway, this blog has been dead since Christmas which, not coincidentally, is right about when I found out this was happening:
It looks much larger in this photo than it is in real life, at least that's what I keep telling myself. I must have had a full bladder or a large sandwich or something. Geez. So anyway, yeah, we're doing this again. Officially, Little Verbie #3 is supposed to get here within the first few days of September. Based on measurements and the whisperings of the Holy Spirit I'm betting the last week of August, especially since my baby basket likes to prep for these things way in advance. Going overdue? I can't quite fathom, but kind of wish I could since our flex spending total resets as of Sept. 1st and we've already spent this years allotted amount on 1 twice broken leg (Nub), 1 crown with root canal (Paul), 1 visit to instacare and 3 chin stitches (Triple), and a series of very expensive medication I have to take to stay pregnant - and it's not even April yet! There is miraculously still a small balance left which will likely go to a 2nd crown and possible root canal after Paul broke off a chunk of another molar yesterday. Seriously, the guy stares down his 37th birthday in a few months and starts falling apart. Did I mention he gashed open his hand today at work when a piece of glass they were handling just up and exploded? 6 stitches later...go team! We like to keep things interesting I guess. We're also in the middle of finishing off the basement to make room for all these children, and taking the first vacation we've ever taken as a family. My checkbook runneth empty, and that's okay. I'm just trying to figure out how to budget that epidural in - should I decide I want one this time around. Kickstarter fund?
So there it is. I'm feeling pleased to be out of the window of despair and extreme exhaustion/severe nausea that hit me through January and February and happy to be looking forward to another summer spent sweating like a beached hippo at the community pool. All three of these children will be celebrating their birthdays within a less than 30 day period in case you cared to know. Looks like I need to find a new hobby during the months of November and December. Knitting might have less of an impact on my reproductive bits.
I'll look into it.