I'm posting, OK

I am posting this to make my sister happy, she has been nagging me for weeks, possibly months to make a post.

I have lots of things I could complain about here, my elevated blood pressure (which is perfect now thanks to ald.omet), my loss of sleep because I am no longer able to sleep on my stomach (and a husband that snores like a locomotive), or the best ailment is bleeding hemorrhoids (I know gross, I did not sign up for this).

But, instead I have decided to share my story of breaking the pregnancy news to my boys. We were at the dinner table, earlier in the day I discussed this with my husband letting him know I was getting strange looks from Trey while dressing in my stretchy maternity jeans, and I asked him if he remembered when I asked him if I should have a baby for Erin so Fletchy could have a brother or sister. He said yes he remembered. So I said well, I have a secret, I have a baby in my belly and could he guess if it was a boy or girl, he guessed correctly. Next he asked if someone could grow two babies. I said yes, knowing he would ask for one, but that I just had one baby in my belly and it was Erin's. He was fine with that and continued to ask where would the baby come out and I told him mom's have a special hole for babies where babies are born. He was fine with that explanation until the next day when I was getting into the shower and he stopped me and said wait a minute, let me see that hole. I declined and told him it was private. The next week he went to school and on the way home he tells me he told his teacher that I had a baby in my belly but it was Erin's because Fletchy has holes in his brain. I wondered why I got strange looks when I picked him up that day.

Michael handled the news a little differently, he immediately went into denial saying he was going back into my belly and Erin's baby was not in my belly. Now he has moved on to acceptance but occasionally tells me Erin's baby is in his belly.