So… forgive your poor blogger over here for my extended hiatus- my husband and I were handed a bit of a head spinner that took up a lot of our time recently. And then I seemed to think that my blogging delay was getting too long for just a casual post to be my return and that I should come back with a REALLY deserving post. And then I’d built up the expectations of it and so never got around to actually writing it- until now. (“It’s going to be better than 10 Super-Bowls! I don’t want to oversell it… judge for yourselves!”- Yes. This post is Poochey… and that’s okay.)
So, here’s the deal. Turns out my husband and I are expecting our third daughter! Yes, there was such a delay in posting this news here that we already know the gender!
The big news in this (Besides the Whole Life! The Universe! And Everything!!! Thing- and that’s only a vague Douglas Adams reference) is that I had my tubes tied back in December… so this is a bit unexpected.
Soo… yeah. It was like that.
BUT, here’s the thing. LIFE! THE UNIVERSE! AND EVERYTHING!!! Amiright?! It’s freaking amazing. (And not just the 1 in 24,000 chance part. But also. Totally that too.)
So it wasn’t in the plans… plans are laughable anyway. Any plan you ever make for your life you should just write on a piece of paper and then light on fire. Then laugh as the ashes blow away in the breeze. That’s as good as any life plan will ever take you.
So. There will be a new human in the world soon. Who is due at a Christmas ruining/making December 26th. So, welcome soon, little one. We have a brave new world to show you.
Also… I’m only the slightest bit concerned about disciplining this child in the future. If she’s so stubborn that all of medical science couldn’t stop her then timeouts might just not be effective. Crossing that bridge when we come to it.
(And today… TODAY!!! My oldest is 9. My Lil… who made me a mother and then makes me a better one daily. Mind-blowing…)