Two months later and a belly to show for it

Wow.  I'm spectacularly good at ignoring this blog as of late.  Blame it on the preggie hormones, if ya like.

What's been going on?  A few exciting things here and there, sprinkled with the mundane and the daily whatnot, followed up by basic gestation.

So, randomness, as I tend to be:

• Amos just celebrated his 3rd birthday, and my hooha winced once again at the memory.  He had a great weekend party involving Lightning McQueen (because, as Amos says, he's the fastest race car), Toy Story peeps, a rocketship pinata, an inflatable redneck pool, and a cake with black icing that turned everyone's mouths into the cast from Les Miserables.  So, basically, it was the best birthday party a toddler could want.  He went to the movies for the first time on his official birthday to see Toy Story 3, and it was pretty darn goofy to watch him sit on the edge of his seat and say random things at the screen.  I only cried twice, which is probably not too shabby for a largely pregnant woman at the movies.

• I am now the Philadelphia city editor for The Savvy Source.  Head on over there if you need to find some great stuff to do for families in the Philly region.  If you don't care about family activities, then continue with your porn surfing.

• It wouldn't be an update without talking about the fetus, so here you go.  The wee man Marmot is 5.5 weeks away from the estimate date of arrival.  He is measuring larger than Amos, much larger, actually.  This also makes my hooha wince.  The lil' or large feller is very active and continues to punch me in the gizzard, my book lungs, and other organs I wasn't aware that I had before.

• We are planning a home birth, and I don't care what you think about that.  We'll gather up the necessary supplies this week (I hope), and I'm going to start timing Phil as he practices inflating the birthing pool and filling it with warm water while I yell at him and grunt.  That's a fairly accurate recreation of the day to come, I figure.  I have awesome midwives, and this makes me happy.

• I bought a breast pump because no one wanted to buy it for me.  Come on, why won't you buy a device that tugs at my boobs after asking me what I need for the baby?  That isn't a good substitute for the cute little onesies and bibs you had in mind?  Pffft.  I'm way more excited about my fancy pump than onesies, I'll tell you right now.  We already have just about everything we need for a second boy, except for various boob-related items.  For some craaaaazy reason, people don't want to buy attachments for my fun bags.  Your loss, people.

And that's the news.  At this rate, my next update will happen when the boys are both in college and I'm off playing the bingo.