Just to get it out of the way, I’m pregnant. I figure 80% of the people who read this are either facebook or real life friends and already know, so even though I’ve been trying to come up with some interesting way to reveal it on the blog what’s the point?  To answer any questions, no it wasn’t planned, no we aren’t finding out the sex even though I want to, I’m due in early May which makes me 14 or 15 weeks pregnant, and I’m back on the stupid message boards and my head hurts just thinking about it. My friend E suggested I refer to this baby as Fi3nd, or F3, or maybe just 3. I think he’s on to something.

For those of you not keeping count, I have already been pregnant and/or nursing for 52 straight months. It’s a fucking miracle I haven’t lost my mind completely. Another miracle is that for some reason I haven’t been gaining weight like I did the first two pregnancies. My OB, the woman who scheduled an extra ultrasound just because I’d gained so much weight and asked if I was *sure* I knew my pre-pregnancy weight, told me to start eating protein bars for weight gain. I guess that’s what running around after two small children will do.

I am exhausted.