Okay, so my last post implied a great deal of vomitous occasions in my house lately. The truth is, I am wishing for more. What? Yeah, you heard me. Please, God, let me throw up already!
Because I am pregnant. What? Yeah, you heard me. Turns out, that thing you do that sometimes results in pregnancy? It actually, occasionally, works. In our case, it's nothing short of a miracle, considering the extraordinary measures we took to conceive the twins. Adding a fourth child to our family without the use of cutting edge technology and the expense to match will bring down the average cost-per-child to a number that I can almost say without hyperventilating.
I am due early in November -- yes, I'm just getting started here. I should probably keep it quiet a little longer, but I'm not good at keeping things quiet. At least, not things about myself. I'm happy to keep someone else's secrets.
That means I have . . . at least another 6 weeks of wanting to sleep 18 hours a day and always feeling like I'm trying to keep the cap on a fire hydrant. My poor children. They have resorted to performing magic tricks like "disappearing" (yes, that is a verb) Mommy by covering up the sleeping lump on the couch with a blanket. Yesterday, I stayed in bed so long after CPod went to work that the kids brought toys to me and we built legos while we lounged, propped up on pillows.
Also, I am so not running a race on April 11. I promise to put the sidebar back up eventually . . . but for now, I just can't do it.
And . . . I hate complainers. So I won't be one. I am thrilled to be pregnant. (Yes, MommyJ, it's true. I'm not lying.) I am really thrilled to think about being finished after this one . . . and to reclaim my body by having some very necessary surgery to repair some things that have been seriously messed up by childbearing, and to reduce my bustline to something that can no longer be described as titanic. Yes, I feel like a much paler shade of myself right now, but I also know from experience that it's temporary. So no more complaining. But I thought you at least deserved an explanation for my lack of presence here in the blogosphere as of late.
That's all for now. I do have other things to post about, but the urge to dry heave is overcoming me . . . must sleep, too.