Before I start the baby talk, can I just say, little dogs make such good blogging/gaming/snuggle on your lap buddies. (I'm excited for summer so he can look pretty again)
So, baby 2 is on the way. I feel like if I say it enough, eventually it will sink in. Thursday will be my 22 week mark and I still haven't processed everything. I mean I definitely feel pregnant, and I can feel all the little movement and kicks, but the fact that there will be a baby in the house again has just not clicked.
Don't get me wrong. I am excited. All of those little kicks make me happy. I look forward to every time I get to hear that little heart beat. I love being back in the baby isle at all the stores. We cant forget my weird love for pregnant tummies, and now I have my own I can admire without worry of creeping anyone else out (except those who may now be reading about my obsession with pregnant tummies.)
I don't know how these two feelings can coexist, but there they are.
Then there is this guy who I don't think knows what is going on, but likes that Mommy says yes to Panda Express because it just sounded SOOOOO good at the time.
Also, if you don't mind this sideways picture, baby number 2 will be a little sister.