Yup, 18 weeks, 5 days pregnant with BP2. I lost over two months of my life in a haze of sickness and exhaustion, hence a semi-event-filled summer that I refuse to document. I would like to, but it is creating this pressure that makes me not want to blog. So I will say that, while this hopefully not our last child, I thought never again many times from late June until mid August.
Oh, and Annie is a hilarious, ABC-singing wonder-child.
She is just funny. This morning Chris let me sleep in a little and they were making pancakes but they couldn't find the syrup. I heard Annie say, "Mommy will find the syrup." We are working on emotions - happy, sad, mad, surprised, etc. - I asked Annie to make her mad face this morning and she said, "NO! I want to be happy!"