Heh. Well, it looked promising there for a minute, didn't it? Me all bloggin' away for, like, weeks? Well, lemme tell ya what happened. First of all, Caketember nearly did me in. Caketember is a solid month of celebration that runs September 11 (my mother's birthday) to October 10 (our anniversary). Smack in the middle of Caketember is the 9-day period when Hubby C, Miss B, and C-Bear all get to blow out their respective candles. Which is enough so make me want to sleep for a week, usually, but this year Caketember started with unexpected bathroom renovations, my mother-in-law needing a pacemaker (she's fine now), a massive computer meltdown, and then finished up with Hubby C's book launch, which I catered (and I catered the hell right out of it, if I do say so myself). By 10 pm on the night of the launch, I was done. Went home, went to bed, and woke up sick. Stayed sick for a couple weeks with a cold that receded and was replaced by headaches and full-body fatigue.
It took us a while, but we figured out what that was:
That's 21 weeks worth of baby gut right there (gut in photo may appear smaller than it really is... hard to get the proper angle). Baby number four, due June 10. "But didn't you just have a baby?" you may well be asking. And the answer is, "Yes, yes I did." Hubby C and I had been planning to try for a fourth, but we had wanted to wait another year or so, on the off chance that we might get a load of laundry done or something. But apparently biology had different plans, despite my having been on the pill, and despite the fact that Hubby C and I are barely ever in the same room long enough for such a blessed event to occur.
Ah, well. We're lucky. We're freakishly fertile. We're young. Onward and upward!
But it's been a slog. Joodles is the worst sleeper in the history of sleep (worse even than his siblings, which I would never have thought possible). Hubby deals with the worst of the nighttime waking, but I still wake up every time Joodles does, even if I don't have to get up (and believe me, I would have Joodles in the bed in a second if it would help him sleep through the night, or even for more than a 60-minute stretch at a time, but in fact it just makes everything worse). So very much looking forward to him growing out of this, or at least to him being old enough to lie in bed and read when he can't sleep. What's that, five more years? Hubby C and I are both so very, very tired. If I ever complained about how tired I was when I was pregnant with Joodles, I take it back. That was a flippin' cakewalk.
So that's the scoop on all that. Sleepy, but happy. Completely unproductive, but, well, awesomely reproductive. Lots and lots of things to write about but very little time (and even less brain) with which to do it. But ain't that always the way?
How have you guys been?