Sorry about the hiatus...

I guess I've been avoiding this blog because I don't really feel grounded these days. It's not just the blog. I've been late to return phone calls, neglecting house chores, and well, basically living in fear of human contact.
Why?
I think I'm afraid that I'll open my mouth and actually confide in someone- really confide in someone.
How am I going to make it all work? How will we provide for two kids? When will we ever find time to breathe?
I just feel like I'm on the brink of a breakdown. And when I get this way, I just want to sleep the days away.

Tonight, though I was feeling worn down and pathetic, I went and grabbed a pumpkin and decided we'd do some carving . It was funny how all of my worries seemed to melt away once I saw that Tim and Audrey were so 'into' the activities. I mean, I realized at that moment that: we are all healthy, we are all together, our parents and siblings are doing okay, we have jobs, we have friends (although we still manage to be horrible friends ourselves). Everything is okay.

Now, this doesn't mean that I'll no longer worry. It just means that tonight, it was put on hold for a good while.

It was nice to live in the moment.
And didn't Audrey do a great job carving those pumpkins?

Snip-its.

It's starting to sink in:

Tim: "So, your boobs are going to get even bigger!"
Me: "Shut up."


Bedtime conversation:

Me: "Mommy would give you just about anything if you would just pee-pee on the potty."
Audrey: "I want a popsicle!"
Me: "I would definitely give you a popsicle."
Audrey: "I want ice cream with my popsicle."
Me: "We can arrange that."

Big News!

So, we're 99% sure number two is on its way. I just couldn't wait to make it public. Some may say that's jinxing it, but I did the same with Audrey.

We, again, know the conception date. Apparently, we're that lucky couple that toss the idea of having another kid around, have sex once in the month of September and get knocked up. Bam!

After Tim and I both had our freak out session, I looked at him and asked, "Why do your damn sperm have to be so potent?"
He replies, "Why do your eggs have to be so receptive?"

So, we find out definitely on the 15th. I'm not really talking about it until then (just posting it on the internet for everyone in the world to read). Needless to say, we're just a little bit nervous about this venture. But hey, we asked for it, didn't we? We even planned it, sort of.

Oh, are we in for it....

The wheels are turning.

So, I was in the bedroom putting on my sports bra.
Audrey comes in and asks, "Where you going, Mama?"
"I'm going on a walk!"
"Someone gonna push you?"

I had to think about this for a minute. To Audrey, Walk=Stroller. "No, no one's gonna push me, Honey."

"You too big for the stroller?"
"Yep, Mama's too big for the stroller."

"You gonna push the stroller?"
"No, Gubby. I'm gonna leave the stroller here."


I love how her brain works.