By way of update

It's been a while since I've blogged. I've become THAT blogger. Ouch!

1. As of today, I am 25 weeks pregnant. I could muse forever about how excited I am, but I could also complain forever about how miiiiiserable I feel. Because seriously. I think I'm growing a litter.

2. Wonder Baby is now Wonder Toddler. She is 20 months old I guess (give me a minute to count... yes, 20 months is right). I lost count after 18, so I just stick with describing her age as "just past 18 months" or "she'll be 2 in February". Close enough, right? She is the most delightful little spitfire in the world. So much drive, curiosity, passion, and desire in that one. She wants to have her way every. single. second. I didn't even know there were so many opportunities in a day to demand one's own way, but boyyyy does she find them. On the other hand, she is equally passionate with her affection. For instance, this morning after we slept in together (HEAVEN), I was laying there at 8:55 AM (rubbing it in, am I?), deciding whether or not I was going to try to fall back asleep or just play on my phone when suddenly her head popped up in my periphery. Within one second the sloppiest good morning kiss was being administered to my mouth. It was disgusting, but she popped back up with a smile, and cuddled into me for a hug. So much love for that girl.

3. Darren is still in school. He has a little less than a year left, and it can't come soon enough! School is difficult any time, but it sure is getting old! He's still super handsome though, and it's very fun to watch him be Emma's daddy. We talk as though the baby is going to be a boy, and it's especially endearing to hear him talk about "him". He will obviously love another daughter, but the possibility of a son is so thrilling. We love our babies.

4. Did I mention that we've decided to keep the baby's gender a secret until the big day? We're super excited about that big reveal.

5. I'm currently watching middle of the night episodes of "Frasier" because I can't sleep for anything, and Emma just happened to wake up a few minutes ago. So now she's sitting next to me on the couch intently watching the show, not even caring that we aren't snuggling or going back to sleep yet. That's either a good thing or a bad thing. I don't really care which, because it's not changing anything.

6. Pregnancy complaining: I am so uncomfortable. Was I this uncomfortable with Emma? I guess I could dig back through and see if I blogged that. I feel like I'm 8 months pregnant. The only thing that's missing are the millions of Braxton Hicks contractions. Don't worry, I'm still getting them, just not with the same frequency or intensity of actually being 8 months pregnant. ;)

7. The baby is incredibly wiggly and loves to stretch out. It's new favorite position is from front to back, in such a manner that my belly button threatens to burst. It makes it difficult to stand, walk, sit, turn, lay down, pee, eat, or play with the toddler. Thankfully the most uncomfortable moments tend to wait until closer to the end of the day, when I can realistically dream about getting to lay down in my bed.