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Well, that was an awkwardly long bit of hang-time for that last post. Unintentional, I promise. First, my trial month of the blogging client I've been using expired and I kept forgetting to renew it. Then Nico slept terribly for nearly a week, which meant that I also slept terribly. He'd wake up crying once, twice, up to four times - always between 11:30 and 1:30. I'd go in and rock him, change his diaper if needed, put him back in his crib, and just as I was drifting off to sleep, the whole thing would start over. Several nights in a row, he ended up in our bed for the last few hours of sleep, which is fine in that we all three slept great but not so fine in that it's really not a habit I want to encourage. Once or twice a month, bring on the cuddles. More than that and I feel like we're setting a precedent we'll regret. He's already a horrible bed-hog; I can't imagine what it'll be like after his next big growth spurt. And speaking of growth spurts, I noticed earlier this past week that Nico's shoulders are suddenly creeping past the top strap slots of his carseat (which means he's outgrown the one in MB's car, too) and placed the most expensive, most budgetarily traumatizing Amazon order of my life. Holla, Britax Frontier! I'm not usually into getting the most posh, high-end product possible, but I was advised that it's the best seat for kids who are off-the-charts tall and I'd love to have this seat last until he's old enough to just sit in the car on his own skinny butt. (We ordered a less-posh seat for MB's car since he's only in it once a week or so. I am not made of money, child.)

Anyway, the aforementioned sleep-fuckery resulted in me being brain-meltingly exhausted by the end of each day and good for not much more than poking around online and watching Netflix. And my final reason for radio silence is that I couldn't talk about the biggest thing going these days, which meant it was hard to think of anything to talk about at all.

We liked the first kid so much, we're having another! I'll be 12 weeks tomorrow, due February 25. I'm excited, a little bit terrified, and quite frequently starving. I'm hoping very sincerely for another completely boring, uneventful pregnancy. I'm looking forward to having a baby belly again instead of what I've got going now, which mostly looks like I really need to lay off the burritos. My mom surprised me with three pairs of really cute new maternity jeans, and we exchanged a fourth pair that didn't fit for some new shirts. We've told work and friends and family. Nico doesn't really know much yet. We haven't pushed it because I didn't want him telling people before we were ready and it's still a little early anyway. Mostly he was disappointed that he wasn't allowed to wear the shirt pictured above after we put him in it to clue my parents in around 9 weeks. I figure we'll answer his questions if any arise and then once we know if it's a baby brother or a baby sister we can start talking it up to him. I think he'll be a really great big brother as long as he doesn't kill us with two-and-a-half-ness before this next one is born. Two kids. Two kids! Unreal.


Reading:  Girl of Nightmares by Kendare Blake

Playing:  August and Everything After by Counting Crows