It’s been so long, I haven’t even written a word since Word Press was updated (thanks Josh). The reason is quite honestly, I’ve been too tired. Why am I so tired you may wonder. Right before Valentine’s Day I went to the doctor. I was feeling a bit run down and having trouble running as much as I had. When I went back a week later for the results of my blood work it was not yet in. Strange thing the doctor said, maybe I’d better call the lab. I sat there in the office freaking out, wondering what horrible ailment had befallen me that the lab was even hesitant to return my results. After what felt like about a month, the doctor came back in to tell me that the test was held up because they wanted to re-run a pregnancy test. “Excuse me?” Yes, those wacky guys at the lab think your pregnant. We could do a quick test here in the office to see. Well, those guys at the lab weren’t so wacky after all. I wasn’t worn down, I was knocked up!

We were going through so much that we tried to keep things on the down low for a while. I am now at 22 weeks (over the hump). Even more surprising than the fact that I was pregnant, is the fact that it’s a GIRL. I will finally have a reason to see The Little Mermaid, and buy a toy tea set! Not that the boys can’t play with a tea set, it’s just hard to find one with Superman on it.

Speaking of Superman, on to the boys. Em is obsessed with Superman. He is going through one of those phases where he wants to wear the same thing every day, and that is his Superman t-shirt. He will only willingly take it off to put on his Superman pajamas. He has recently begun to insist he sleep with a 12 inch solid HARD plastic Justice League version of his favorite super hero. I found an 18 inch plush Superman doll online the other night and cannot wait until he arrives. I have enough trouble sleeping without having to worry about rolling over on a plastic hero in the middle of the night (Em’s sneaks into our bed with him).

At-man is so grownup it’s hard to understand how it happened. I feel like I went to bed one night with a toddler and woke up with someone who thinks he is a 27 year old. I still don’t know where he is going to kindergarten next year so I applied for a transfer and am waiting to hear back any day (please keep your fingers crossed for us). He still falls apart at the mere idea of anyone disassembling any of his Lego structures, leaving D and I feeling like we are living with a Doozer (remember them?). But other than that, he is growing up so fast. He cannot wait for the baby to come and makes me read “What To Expect When Mommy Is Expecting” every night.
There is actually a lot more to say, but it’s late and of course, I’m beat. More soon.