God. I am so sorry this blog has turned into The Pregnancy Chronicles. But DAMN. That is all that is going on. Seriously. In a while it will just turn into The Oh My God I Have Two Kids What Am I Going To Do Insanity Chronicles, so enjoy it while you can.
The doctor says I probably only have "a couple weeks left" based on some effacement and other things going on "down there," if you know what I mean, and I think you do. So, the compulsion to Get Things Done has ramped up significantly. Yesterday I made four different casseroles to freeze: King Ranch Chicken, Angela's Chicken Divan, Beefy/Tomato/Cheesey Mac and Chicken Tetrazzini.
And I'm itching to go add Shepherd's Pie to the mix but John isn't letting me. He is making me sit. But I can't contain myself. There is too much TO DO! The potatoes are begging to be peeled! Ohmigod...stop yelling at me, potatoes. I hear you. I'll be RIGHT THERE!
So that is going on. That and some serious potty training regression (Becca just peed on John). Oh, and a whole lot of NOT sleeping at night, thanks to a certain 2.5 year old who has decided it would be fun to wake up and scream FOUR TIMES A FREAKING NIGHT for NO APPARENT REASON! She is just reminding me what is ahead. But she better stop this, or at least figure out a way to get on the newborn's schedule at some point so I don't have one kid waking me up one hour and the other kid the next. Or I'll be on the first train to Crazy Town, population: Me.
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