Third time around .......

I'm pregnant. Yup ... it's true. The third baby is on his or her way sometime at the end of January.

This should - for those of you who have been pregnant before (sorry guys ... you won't have the benefit of knowing what I'm going to write about ... at least as it pertains to being pregnant) - offer some explanation as to why I haven't been blogging quite as much as I would like. Pregnancy makes you dumb. Like really stupid.

I think this is especially true if you are in any way creative. It's like the little thing growing inside of you sucks up every last bit of creativity and feeds on it day in and day out. It takes whatever witty and intelligent thought you may have bubbling to the surface and grabs at it and holds on to it and steals it from you and you find yourself suddenly void of all thought.

In my case I become a really dumb, uncreative, bumbling idiot when I'm pregnant.

Aside from the obvious signs of being pregnant - extreme nausea, profound hunger, bloating, losing the waistline (given that this is my third baby the waistline vanished long before the little plus sign showed up on the test ... and that honestly, may have had more to do with the profound hunger than the tiny little microscopic baby beginning to form at week four) - I find myself, once again, unable to focus my thoughts in any kind of intelligent way whatsoever.

This does make working rather difficult. And blogging and being creative even more so ... I will however, try to continue on with my writing.

I will try my best to fill you in on the happenings and mishaps, as the case may be, that happen when you find yourself pregnant with your third baby, working full time, living in a house with an impossible amount of stairs and no air-conditioning, with two other children to care for, one of whom is two years old and has hit the "terrible twos" full on and with such gusto that the thought of bringing another child into the world seems totally irrational ...

I will do my best to write about the joys of pregnancy and this wonderful, euphoric time in my life ... and I will do my best to write about the not-so-great things that will inevitably happen.

So far all I can report at this time is that I really like orange juice AND that women (mothers themselves mostly), know right away that I'm pregnant when they see me and will ask with great enthusiasm when I'm due and how I'm feeling ... this will get old, I know, it's my third time around, but right now it's still exciting and fun to be asked.

On the flip side ... if one more male or teeny-tiny, bimbo headed, stick figure of a girl shouts "oh I had no idea you were pregnant, that's so great!!!!" I may have to drop kick someone in the shin. Yeah, that's right, the shin. See, on account of getting a giant belly thanks to the four inch wee little scrumptious baby growing inside, I won't be able to reach anybody's face to give a proper drop-kick ... and getting kicked in the shins is a fair price to pay for thinking I normally have a giant protruding belly.