So...this happened.

I know I haven't been writing much lately. You don't need to remind me, I am aware. There is a reason.
Minds have been inquiring and a few clever pinterest stalkers followers have played detective and put two and two together.
  My family has been given the heads up, but other than that I have been keeping a lot of things to myself. It's fun having secrets sometimes.
BUT, I think, we are well enough into it that I can "go public" as it were. So, this happened:

Awww, cute, right?  No, the head os that blobby part
on the left side...yes, I'm sure.

Look, I was nice enough to keep the part that I peed on
OUT of the picture, okay!

So, yes, to all the hushed, tentative questions, and gestures towards my bloated abdomen, Yes. I am pregnant....again.
That means we will have three kids. Three. I am aware that puts us outnumbered by our offspring, and I will admit it has me moderately apprehensive. However, we are in it now, and if I am really questioned I will admit that I wanted it this way. I have a nice little handful of brothers and sisters and even Robert has three other siblings. I wouldn't want to deny my own kids the best friends they could ever have. So we embarked on a third child and sometime late next March the adults in the house will become the minority.
 This is probably the longest I have ever kept the information to myself. I all but shouted it from the rooftops when I found out I was expecting Andrew, and I didn't wait very long with Aubrey either. This time however, I figured since it's the third, it isn't exactly the headline news that a 'first baby' is. I am nearly 12 weeks into it.
Not that I'm not excited, I am. I am very excited to have a teeny baby again. Right now though, I am more excited to feel 'good' again. The whole 'feeling queasy and exhausted and spacey all the time' thing, is old. I have said it before and I'll say it again: I Hate the first trimester. I hate everything about it. I hate feeling pregnant but not looking like it, so people look at you like you are an idiot when you hold back a gag during food commercials or at the grocery store.
 Anyways, I have determined a few things so far this pregnancy:

• I don't think I want to have more than four kids. I think my patience can deal with this stuff MAYBE one more time, and that's about it.
• I am not really sure how I worked through my last two pregnancies. I know I felt like this before, but getting up and going to work feeling like this? Geez I was insane or something!
• Being at any stage of a pregnancy during a Texas summer makes me viciously hateful towards the season, to the point that even television commercials that mention 'summertime' in a positive manner, cause me to throw things at the t.v. NO I have NOT waited all year for it!!! Quit telling me that I have!!
• My husband is pretty much the best person in the world. When he is home, he caters to me like a freaking personal assistant! I am thinking that a made a good spousal selection.

I decided to go ahead and wait to "announce" this time until I had seen a doctor and all that stuff, and I did that yesterday so now you all get to know!

Doctors office selfie!!! iPhones make waiting
in a paper sheet less boring.

Waiting for my new dr. made me realize just
how badly I need a pedicure.

So most of my posts and facebook status's will involve pregnant and baby stuff for a little while (sorry, not sorry)
I can't tell you how much I wanted to complain about how randomly throwing up at a friends bar-b-que just about killed my labor day.

There is a nice little bruise there now. They
took like 7 vials of blood for testing!!

One more thing; apparently there is a new test that has come about since I was last pregnant. I don't have to wait till the 18 week ultrasound to find out the gender! There is a blood test that they do and I should get the results in about three weeks. Oh the coolness of modern medicine!
So I will leave you all with this:

Enjoy this: the first of many profile 'preggo pics'!
I personally just feel bloated and out of shape
but I revel in having the excuse!