Ready or not...

Only 10 weeks to baby (theoretically)!

Our Bradley classes are going well. We are half-way through the course. I feel like the class dunce, because no matter how hard I try I just can't seem to get all my "homework" done. It reminds me way too much of my formal schooling career! That pit in the bottom of your stomach when you know you didn't do your reading... That was a constant for me. I am just not a dedicated student. I love learning and being a student, but I don't do well with assignments and deadlines. I have never been very good at applying myself in school. I don't like the all-too-familiar feeling I get every Thursday as I'm cramming to finish up the assignments before Bradley classes... But I like the classes. I like what I am learning and I like the exercises and practicing. I feel more prepared this time to have a natural childbirth, maybe only because I am determined to trust my body more this time around and to be more uncompromising in what I want for the birth. I hope the hospital staff and policies don't interfere too much with my plans.

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Well I'm not going to make any promises, but I will say I am going to try to write more frequently now, because we finally have high-speed internet at home. It should make this whole blogging thing a heck of a lot easier...

There's no sense in playing catch-up. Last time I wrote I revealed the news that I am expecting #2 and that Pipsqueak was weaning and that Santiago and I were celebrating 7 years. Well I am still expecting #2 and Pip has weaned and we did indeed celebrate! :) Since then we've had a few holidays, a trip to Boise, a few visits from family and friends, way too many weeks of illness, and... that's about it.

spring surprise

I haven't written in a very long time, I know. It's beause I have been spending a little bit (okay, a lot bit) too much time in bed, on the couch, kneeling in front of the toilet, sleeping, doing nothing, wallowing in misery...

You guessed it, I'm pregnant! Crazy, huh?

The truth is, it happened a bit sooner than we had wanted or planned. Or I guess not planned. We had only just started to kind of talk about maybe considering the possibility of maybe trying for another one sometime in the coming 3-6 months or so (very non-committal, can you tell?), and then, whoops. I'm all knocked up.