I'm back in the saddle again

There is no great way to tell friends and family you are thinking about having another baby. In fact, I'm not sure that it's any of their damn business anyway. The fact is that I like to blog though and since I have a few IRL stalkers around the joint, that's what is about to happen. We're trying to have another baby.

Nothing like announcing to everyone that you're basically fucking like rabbits.

And it's going....well, interesting. I can't possibly hope to have the timing we had with James. I'm going to have a baby in the middle of the school year. I just know it. So I am working my ass off trying to be as productive as possible before that second line pops up and I'm dealing with morning sickness, narcolepsy, and a toddler. Gee, don't I make motherhood sound fun!

But here's the thing, even though there are a million reasons to put it off another year or latch the lock on the chastity belt, I AM DYING TO BE PREGNANT.

I did not expect that. I threw up for 20 weeks of my first pregnancy and looked like Violet Beaureguarde sans the purple tan by the end. I warned hubby not to pull a Britney and knock me up again so soon and yet, here we are. We've safely passed the Britney mark, so at least I accomplished that.

Well, I'm off to have carnal relations.