Lazy Ass

Yep, that's what I am. I haven't done nearly as much random blogging as I intended when I cranked up this little piece of internet space. I have to admit, I've been damn tired lately. Lugging around a baby and all that fluid is hard, tiring work. This does not include the fatigue that comes from battling the hormones raging within me. Those are fun. There's nothing quite like engaging in a 3-building search for Hostess cupcakes one minute and crying over being out of eggs the next. God bless the men in my life that put up with this without slipping Xanax into my prenatal vitamins. Hey, that's not a bad idea...

Anywho, y'all aren't here for me, you're here for the kid. And what a kid this is gonna be. It has been confirmed; we are having a boy. My son, Gabriel, is currently 1 pound with a heart rate of 142 beats per minute. He's an active little guy, kicking, punching, and rolling around with reckless abandon and a mind-numbing supply of energy. Had my daughter not spilled juice on the ultrasound photos, you would be seeing his adorable profile, which includes the cutest damn button nose on the face of the planet. Once the photos dry, I'll scan them in and share.

Not all the news was rosy today though. I have been informed that, since my daughter was 6 weeks premature, it is very likely that my son will also be premature. I believe the actual quote was "Most likely he'll come at about the same time your daughter did." Of course, the doctor can't make any guarantees, and they'll be monitoring me closely as that time approaches, but GEEZ. I've stressed out about this whole pregnancy for this whole pregnancy. Now I find out that I could be having this little guy in 11 weeks?!?! I am constantly thanking the PTB that Katie is remarkably unscathed following her premature arrival. She had some problems with her digestive system, as it had not fully developed inside the womb. Overall, though, she was healthy. We were unbelievably lucky with her. I can only hope that luck holds out for my son. He's the last baby I'm going to have. I'm doing everything to make sure I'm healthy and he's getting exactly what he needs. And yes, on occasion, he needs Hostess cupcakes. Back off.

So that's it. It's late (for me, anyway) and I'm tuckered. I promise to be more vigilant in my postings. Goodnight, everyone.