So, I'm back. Oh, and pregnant. One really has nothing to do with the other, except that I blame morning sickness for part of the reason I haven't posted since October. The rest of the reason is sheer laziness. I warned you people about this. Sometimes I want to write, and then something shiny distracts me. Usually it's the sheen of a television not playing sports or Caillou. So yes, often Law & Order outranks the needs of my readers (I add the "s" in a vain hope that my one follower is not my only reader). Sometimes even Hoarders outranks you. Suck it up.
Anyway, I'm pregnant. And I'm excited about it. This was not unplanned, although the exact timing was a surprise. Bottom line: I'm going to be 6 months pregnant at my sister's wedding in May. I wanted to be much LESS pregnant at her wedding. I also did not want to be pregnant until the bitter end of August. J was forced to sleep in a parka while I blasted the air conditioning in May with my last pregnancy. Since then we had a new heating and cooling system installed that is energy efficient, so I can turn the house into a meat locker much more inexpensively this time. Yay technology.
Here's the thing: last time I had a baby, things didn't go exactly as planned. My water broke at 36 weeks, and it was discovered upon arrival at the hospital that A was breech. So I had a c-section. Which now gives me a choice to make: how do I want to deliver this baby? I have two choices, either a repeat c-section or a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesaerean). Gone are the days when a repeat c-section was the norm
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