For those of you who know I'm 20 weeks pregnant, it didn't really make sense (especially the part that said "I'm not pregnant.")
No, I'm not training for a half-marathon. I'm lucky if I walk my 2 mile route once a week these days. (Carter's so good to remind me that we haven't been to the gym lately, also! I've got a conscience and a 2-year old to bother me!)
We're having a boy.
Super happy about that. About Carter having a little buddy to play with, to wrestle with, to "share" trains with, and to share his new bunk bed with, eventually.
Selfishly, I'm pretty pumped that my to-do list for the nursery was sliced in half when we spotted that extra leg on the sonogram screen since there will be no redecorating.
And I'm taking a break from the blog.
Consider it a belated lent-type fast.
I just need to think, to focus on Jesus and what He's calling me to do, and if we went to bed with a clean kitchen every now and then, I'd consider that a good result as well.