So I'm going to try to sneak this in here (sotto voice) because although we're very, very excited, I also feel a tad sheepish. A little greedy. A little too lucky.
And, well I was so very insistent that Giggle-Bear would be our very last. For sure and certain.
You can probably guess what comes next... our fourth little bundle of wonderful is due in October. Perhaps I spoke too loud?
And yes, we are crazy. And no, I'm not any more organised. Chaos still rules.
We already know that she's a girl (the Extravaganza is making plans for her 'Girl Army', Adventure Boy is bearing up boyfully to the loss of a potential brother) and that she's doing very well. She'll be thirteen weeks old tomorrow so she's looking very much like a baby - in an alien kind of way. She has darling little fingers and toes and even fingerprints.
I am hopeful that any day now - surely - I'm going to stop throwing up. I really was getting better (maybe) but then the leurgy - okay, I admit, a bad(ish) cold, hit and threw me right back again.
There has been a reason for my bloggy absence! I do intend to start writing and maybe even picking up the camera any day now!