Overwhelmed

I had every intention of sitting down one or two nights and hammering out these posts to get caught up. And then life happens; Phil has a week of day shifts and we actually can hang out at night, or I am too darn tired to sit and filter through images and compile thoughts, or the house is a mess and I have to work the next day and maintain some shred of dignity and tidy up before Kara the fabulous babysitter comes over, or...

Maybe I just need to settle for one post a week. Maybe. No promises.

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There is no witty way to say this.

I am pregnant.

The 5th and FINAL baby arrives the first week of January 2014.

I know. We're crazy.

You know how some people in the blogging arena have a theme or word for their year? Like "focus", "breathe", "peace", etc. Mine is overwhelmed. And by all accounts I am doing fabulously on fulfilling that theme! (Phil says I am too sarcastic, sorry if that is too biting.)

As the shock and stress of adding another baby to our family has begun to fade I am very grateful that I can have more children. I don't take it for granted and know that we are blessed. But I still feel incredibly overwhelmed that this will be our 4th child in just over 4 years. Ahhhhh! If you had asked me about another baby a few months ago I would have laughed and sworn it off for another year or two before I started to consider trying to get pregnant, when Rhett was approaching 3 years old. And yet here we are. Apparently we are on the 2 year plan. :)

I am 13 weeks presently and for the first time EVER I have been nauseous and feeling yucky. My hopeful reasoning is that this baby is a girl. All of my prior pregnancies have had boys in them and I have never felt nauseous with them. I would love for Kate to have a sister but of course will be happy with either gender. The sickness has since lessened and most days now I feel pretty good other than general fatigue. As of last night heartburn reared it's ugly head, so early! I am also feeling that general unease of my stomach and digestion woes that plague most pregnant woman. Bleh. My consolation prize is the baby at the end and knowing that this is the last time I will be doing this.

I also have felt this little peanut move already. So fun! This is my favorite part of pregnancy and what I will miss the most.

So there you have it. One of the primary reasons I have fallen off the face of the earth as my dear friend Liz put it. That and the three other little people that call the shots around here. I can do hard things, I can do hard things...