You may have been wondering...where have I been lately? I have not given up blogging, despite how it may seem. To put it simply, I've been a little busy since the last post. But before I recap, there are more beans to be spilled. I've been harboring a little secret, a secret which has placed me on my husband's "list" for the last 8 weeks. You see, Jon has a hard time keeping secrets, especially ones he is excited about. I, on the other hand, don't mind waiting a while to share some things. The first three times we had this secret, it was only a matter of days before the news had been spread to anyone who wanted to listen. This time, I thought it a bit more prudent to wait until, oh say, the end of the first trimester. After all, I am getting older and it's not like it's the first time around for us. That's right, baby number 4 is on the way! We finally told our parents this last weekend. I'm only 12 weeks along, but I think Jon honestly feels like I've been torturing him by making him wait to tell. To be fair, some of our siblings and close friends knew a little while ago. I had to give a little bit to keep Jon from going crazy. For some reason, it seemed like we still had a secret when we told people who lived far away. He doesn't understand why I wanted to wait, and I can't necessarily explain it myself, but it doesn't really matter anymore now.
While I love my kids, I am currently in the stage of pregnancy which makes it easy for me to say that number 4 is likely to be the last addition to our family. I have been driving my husband crazy since week 6, when the all-day-long-yuck kicked in. One thing I've learned doing this 4 times now is that the pregnancy books are liars when they say that it gets better with each pregnancy. HAH! Mine has definitely gotten worse each time around. I'm like a useless blob, which is no good when you have to pack and move in three weeks (more about that to come). Anyways, my exhaustion has definitely increased as well. I'm sure that has nothing to do with my other three kids, though! The other thing the books lie about is the 12 week mark as the "magical" point when all of these unpleasant early symptoms disappear in favor of more energy and the hey-my-nausea-is-gone-it's-a-miracle feeling. Last time around, I kept looking toward that 12 week mark, telling myself "just two more weeks and I'll feel better." But, it came and went, and I still felt awful. I actually reached the point where I talked to my doctor about taking Unisom to help with the nausea. I never actually did take it, but came really close. You hit the point where you decide that you're just never going to feel good again and you try to block it out. And then, one day, you notice for the first time in a long time that you feel normal. For me, that point came between 16 and 17 weeks with Grace, so I'm resigned to at least another month before it gets much better. In any case, despite my complaining here, we are very excited about this new addition. My due date is October 19th, but given that I've delivered 2 of my 3 kids about two weeks early, I fully expect to have this baby closer to the beginning of October. Now, on to other news.
As I alluded to earlier, we have moved, AGAIN. But, this move will be a more permanent move than most of our other 16. At least I think it is 16, you kind of stop counting after a certain point. Anyways, the day after we took back our offer on the first house, we made on offer on another house. It was accepted without any problems, and we closed about 3 weeks later, on March 27th. We have spent the last month or so wrapped up in all that goes along with buying a house and moving. We are still settling in, but I hope to to be completed with that soon. As soon as I find my camera, I also promise to post pictures of the house. I would use the ones that were on the internet from the listing, but I'm sure it has been taken down by now. We are very excited to be in this new house, and to be homeowners again. While it is not our dream house, it will suit our needs for the next 3-5 years and hopefully propel us towards the type of house we really want down the road.
While I have so many other things I should post and catch up on from the last couple months, it is currently past my 8:30 pm bedtime (I wasn't kidding about being exhausted right now!) and I really must turn in. I hope to have more energy soon, because Jon is tired of trying to talk to me when he comes to bed and having me get upset that he is trying to keep me from sleeping. I hope to be normal again soon.