I already shared this on facebook, but I wanted to tell “the world,” and all my new blog friends, too.
I have an announcement to make. I wasn’t sure which way I should say it, so I will share them all with you:
Jeff and I suck at not procreating.
We’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Cheese half ink a baby. (Full House reference for my fellow children of the 80s, or as I like to call us: Generation TGIF.)
Jeff and I had sex a 3rd time (as our 10 yr old son Max brilliantly deduced).
I am officially a “breeder”.
Ishmael would be disappointed in me.
We can no longer justify driving a Scion instead of a minivan.
There’s a bun in my oven.
I got knocked up… again.
The children! They’ve run amok!
Holy Hell, I’m pregnant.
No, this was not in any way intentional. Yes, we are thrilled. I am 21 weeks along. My due date is Oct. 7th. It’s a(nother) boy!!!
You all know I can’t deliver a post without pictures, so here’s a few of my boys when they were babies. I look at these, and all my worries, stresses, and fears about having a third melt away.
Yay!!! I can’t wait to meet this new little guy.