A Pigeon Pair!

I'm pregnant again! And, aparently that's a term used to describe "one of each"... have you ever heard of it? Vote now to let me know!

I'm 3 months now, and we found out this week that we're having a boy. That opens up a whole new world of shopping, since we only have buckets of girlie fluffy pink stuff. We went for the 13 week ultrasound and at the end I asked if she could tell us the sex of the baby and she just plopped the thing on my belly and said "best guess is a boy". Now, it was quite quick, so I don't know if she had "seen" things early in the ultrasound or if, indeed, she could see weeny boy parts. I know some don't find out in the 13 week scan, so anyways, there's still a chance that it could be a girl (albeit the same odds as a female being president of the united states) but it's a very small chance.

I haven't been feeling sick at all, which also is consistent with my own theory that it is a boy. However, I was TIRED for about 3 weeks. And, I mean, pop-9-sleeping-pills-after-4-beers-and-watch-golf-on-tv kinda tired. I know RJ was starting to wonder if it would ever end. He was such a legend -- totally taking care of Zoe and the household 24 x 7. I was even starting to think I was missing out on Zoe's childhood. Alas, the tiredness ended and I've got most of my energy back.

Another thing that came quicker than I expected was my I'm-3-months-but-look-6-months pregnant belly. I'm convinced it's all baby and not the french fries that I have been consuming on a bucket-load basis. And, the jelly donut. That was good. Oh yeah, and the daily milkshakes (it's been HOT OK?).

Here's a little pic of the bub... we'll call him Maxwell the second (my first bump was nicknamed Max).

Enjoy the rest of your week -- we'll keep you updated.