Yup, I am a little embarassed. It has been far too long since I have composed a little "ditty" on here. I am not surprised, though. I have always had a bad habit of letting my journaling take a backseat to my crazy-busy life. Maybe it's because I write so much of the time that this just feels laborious to me? No...I don't know.
So, yeah. Things have definitely changed quite a bit since I've written last. Gonna have another kid. Not just a kid, but a BOY. Wowza. For some reason it seems so strange to me that I am carrying the opposite sex inside of me. I mentioned that to a friend of mine, and she thought that it was hysterical that I felt that way. I don't know...it's just weird. When I was carrying Abbey it didn't seem so strange as I knew it was more girl stuff being made. Crazy? Maybe.
I am finally getting to the "can't quite bend over comfortably" stage. I am DREADING the coming scenarios of shamu meets 90+ degree heat. Yeah, that's going to not be fun. At. All.
One's second pregnancy is definitely a different ballpark than the first. Not so much trumpetous, celebratory excitement, but rather just an anxious calm. Don't get me wrong, I am excited. But it's a different kind of excited. It's an excitement for my daughter more than anything. It will be so awesomely cool ( I hope) to see her interact with her sibling--something I never experienced. I just pray, pray, pray they will have a good relationship. I know far too many adults who cannot stand their sibling(s). It's really sad.
Well, I think I am going to sign off now, for lack of a better phrase. Maybe my writing hiatus has finally ceased...