Ok ok, the bubble is out

Hi again. It's me, Momma. Haven't seen you in awhile. It's me, tired, tired momma. Tired, tired, pregnant momma. Yah yah, guess it is time to make the official announcement that we are expecting a little one in November! And OH THE GUILT I am already getting for not putting as much energy into this baby as we did Melia. Ok, come on now, it is much more exhausting the second time around so cut me a little slack! My daughter teethed on the camera on my phone so there probably won't be as much attempt to upload pictures. And speaking of pictures, what you WON'T be getting are the weekly snapshots of how big my belly is getting. WHY you ask? Well, I didn't enjoy it the first time around but put up with it because my darling husband said "oh it will be so cool to do a montage of your belly getting bigger." Still waiting. Melia will almost be three. No montage. So as you can tell, week 9 has brought out exhaustion, sarcasm, and an attempt to at least give this new child a little bit' of stardom before it makes its presence into this world. No, maybe this one won't be as famous as Melia was in utero, but I will give it my best shot. Here's looking at you, lima bean!