Peek-A-Boo! - Devo

so, hi there. how's it going? holy shit, it's been a long time. let me give you excuses. i used to write stuff on here when emerson went to sleep in the evenings, but lately, he's been avoiding sleep like he avoids eating anything green. he tells me now that he hates to sleep; he'd rather play. i have multiple problems with this, but the biggest issue is that it's been taking him two hours to finally stay in his bed at night and eventually fall asleep. our typical evening has pretty much become putting him in the bed at 9:00, and spending TWO FREAKING HOURS walking him back to his bed ninety times as he gets up to ask for a drink, a hug, a book, a toy, the potty, you get the picture. anyhoo, by the time 11:00 rolls around and he's out for the night, i'm too freaking tired to do anything but haul my giant self into the bed, attempt to get comfy, and conk out for a while. at least until my organs begin to get pummeled at 2:30 or raging heartburn hits me or a cat jumps on my head. good stuff.

so i've totally neglected to tell you anything about my pregnancy, because i know you all care very, very deeply. the good news is that there's not much to report. i've been feeling pretty excellent, aside from being tired. typical ankle swelling, which isn't actually turning out to be as bad as last time, when i would have described my ankles as 'thankles' rather than 'cankles.' so that's good. heartburn is always super great, so yay for that. i haven't gained as much weight this time, but i weighed more starting out this time, so it's probably going to end up fairly similar to last time.here is a photo of me today, at 31 weeks or so. i put on the ill-advised green pants just for you. those are left over from the last pregnancy, and i actually wore them places. places other than the kitchen and bathroom. what was i thinking? also, i'm loving my facial expression in this photo. you can actually see the doubt over these pants right there in my eyes. but nine weeks left. NINE. holy shit, y'all. holy shit. also, mama is BIG. don't lie. you were just wondering what a freak i'm going to look like nine weeks from now.

what else can i tell you about? well, this kid is just like his brother already, in that he kicks and pokes and flips and punches and headbutts me ALL THE TIME. if activity in-utero correlates to energy levels, i'm screwed. i was really hoping for one super-mellow kid, but i see that is not meant to be so much. i wouldn't trade emerson and his insane levels of energy for anything in the world, but two of these may be my undoing.

in fact, over the weekend, i had a bit of a crying jag because i'm just terrified about the idea of parenting two children. i mean, i can barely handle one. what the fuck am i going to do with TWO?

wow. this is like the most amazingly boring post EVER. sorry about that. i'm going to have to get back into the groove and FAST. i do want to chronicle all of this, but my head is muddled and full of lots, including the tour de france (which is awesome this year). i'd try to fill you in more on that, but i can't stay awake to watch it with dave in the evenings, which is lame.

so lame, in fact, that i'm heading in there right now to catch some recaps. i promise to be back soon.

edited to add: you guys. i just scrolled down to look at the last photo i posted, and even MY HAIR is bigger now. what will my hair look like nine weeks from now? HOLY SHIT. which is scarier? the hair or the belly? AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!