So, I had planned to be good and keep this blog updated this year. As it turned out, I had more important and exhausting things come up to distract me. Or, rather one thing. Or rather this:
Beckett announced to all of Target that I had a baby in my tummy about a week before I even suspected. He also insisted it’s a baby girl. It turns out he’s not quite as clairvoyant as it first seemed. It took a little while to convince him that the baby is, in fact, a little brother. Finn wavered between being disappointed it’s a boy (he already knows how annoying a brother can be) and being happy to not have to endure princesses and Frozen. Especially Frozen.
Other details: He is due mid-Septemberish, so I’m currently about 24 weeks. This will be my first third-trimester Texas summer, so there will probably be much complaining about the heat. If you need me, look in front of the air conditioner. No name yet, although I have considered randomly picking up a Coke and naming the baby whomever I’m supposed to share said Coke with. I abandoned that idea when I would have had to name the baby Edgar Ashley.