If you've seen me lately you may have thought that I've put on some weight. It's TRUE. I have. About 10 lbs. It's not pretty.
Well, several months ago, about six to be exact, Jonathan and I started wondering if our little pride and joy, Ross, needed a little friend. Ehhhh, we thought about it. Jonathan said, "no way. I don't want to have another baby right now." Okay, fine. I nudged him a little. "But, honey, you and Eric are only 18 months apart and you guys were BFFs growing up." Needless to say, it didn't make much nudging. A couple days later he says, "Well, I guess we should have another baby, then."
Then it occured to me that if I didn't get pregnant in the next two weeks that we'd have to wait another year to try again. You see, I am a full-time student, and while I love a challenge, I did not want to juggle school AND a newborn, all the while recovering from major abdominal surgery. I guess we all have our limits.
About two weeks later I discovered that I was pregnant. Hooray! It worked.
I spent the next 5.5 months hiding it from certain people who will be less supportive of my decision to have another child while STILL in school. I know what they'll say; how will I support another child? Having two is more than double the work, how will I juggle school (and part time job) and TWO babies under 2? It's going to be soooooo hard, you don't even know.
Oh, ye of little faith. It takes a villiage to raise a child, don'cha know?
Sooo, we're moving. Again. Back to Rexburg. UGH, I hate it there. But Jonathan has a couple of great sisters and a mother who can watch the babes while I persue my degree (which I can finish more than a year sooner at BYU-I anyway), and while Jonathan also works & possibly goes to night school (and I did mention he'll go for free since his dad is a professor? Oh, well he will). So, you see, it just makes sense.
The worst part will be leaving Ken, since he loves Ross so much. Ross loves him too. While Ken is home it's like Jonathan and I don't even exist.
Anyway, I was able to keep this all secret for about 5.5 months. I made the mistake of telling my sister who almost immediately blabbed it to the entire family. "Whoops, slipped!" Riiight. I was mostly mad because it was becoming a game to me. How long can I keep this going?
The answer; about 5.5 months. There's no hiding it anymore, anyway. I am looking a lot like pregnant these days.
Also, it's (another) BOY! Hooray! This is what we wanted. We're naming him Benjamin. Any ideas for middle names? Please, nothing fruity or weird spelling.