It's happening. We're really doing it. Come July, we could have another ginger. We will probably love it even if it's not.
2016 is going to be a party, and I don't know what this means for career or family or anything. Who cares, really?
I just know it means I have a human inside of me the size of a lime or pineapple (or some other fruit that goes in a cocktail I can't drink right now).
I'm hungry and tired but mostly hungry.
We're excited and scared and keep telling ourselves that we are not the first people to have two kids. Matt's grandma had eight. Like 8, VIII, 5+3, 2x4....
Public Service Announcement:
#Gingerbaby has taken to lifting up everyone's shirt and patting their bellies, so apologies in advance if your stomach should meet his tiny sausage hands.