We are still here. Just living the chaos of life. I am feeling spectacularly terrible with this pregnancy (yet again). C has been a sweet little guy through the midst of it. He's convinced he is going to have a little brother. He won't tolerate any talk of it possibly being a girl. It's so cute. He always tells me the most random things at the most random times.
For example:
Today on the way home from preschool: "mommy, I will help feed our baby when it come." i tried to let him know that would be much appreciated once the baby got big enough to eat solid foods. I just wasn't ready to have the nursing talk with him b/c I could just see him talking about it at church, preschool, etc.
Monday: "i will forgive my little baby when he pushed down other kids." Umm forgiveness is great, but you will probably have to forgive him/her for taking your toys.
That's all I can remember right now, but he's always saying something cute about "jack-jack"--his name for the baby.
My girlfriend asked me today if we'd thought about names. Not really. Scott is so busy and I feel so crummy that we don't talk about the baby at all. I think we are just on hold until we find out the sex of the baby. Just like naming Colin, we don't agree on any names, so it will be a long battle--so it's not worth waging until we really need to throw down.
I have no pictures--fail.
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