Of course, I've been slacking on lots of things lately.
Because I've been busy growing hands. Hahaha. (I got that phrase from a gal who said she told her husband that after he'd asked what she'd done all day while she was pregnant with their first kiddo.)
Tomorrow I'll be 11 weeks pregnant. We heard a great heartbeat at 8.5 weeks. My next appointment is in a week.
I am beyond exhausted this go around (which probably shouldn't be surprising, since I am having a geriatric pregnancy). That's really only kind of funny. Ha. Ha. That is really what the medical world calls a pregnancy for anyone over 35. But I think it sounds like an oxymoron. And, thankfully, my doctor prefers to use the phrase maternally mature pregnancy. I think I prefer it too.
Anyway, the point is, I'm a lot more tired this time around, and have had several days of just feeling yuck. And chasing a 2 year old and a 4 year old around is a whole load of work in and of itself, so growing these hands (and feet and ears, etc) is definitely adding to the whole exhaustion thing.
But it's all good. If all goes well, we'll welcome Baby around January 5.
And now I can wait another two months to blog again ;).
