Without further adieu, Ryan and I are excited to tell you that for the last few months I’ve been growing a baby… YAY! Baby Cox #3 will be arriving this summer! July 5th to be exact, but I can tell this little one is a patriot and will likely debut on July 4th, America’s Birthday. U.S.A! Here he/she is… in all his/her tiny fetus glory.
Anyway, now that you all know our fun news I can share some stories from my first trimester… like the time I puked at the zoo, or how I ate an entire sleeve of Ritz crackers on a short drive to Walgreens, or how I’ve been surviving off a steady diet of Raisin Bran and Lemonade, or when I got such a bad cold after Thanksmas that I literally could feel my heartbeat in my sinuses. It was so epic that I had to call in reinforcements for help. Praise the Lord that my mom loves me and loves my girls. She spent almost 5 days taking care of all of us last week.
When Ryan and I told the girls we were going to have another baby, Ryan said to Ruby, “What do you think mommy has in her tummy Ruby? Maybe a brother? Or maybe another sister?” Ruby continued his sentence, “Or maybe a chinchilla?”
I’ve spent the last few weeks laying on Ruby’s bedroom floor while the girls entertained themselves – until a certain 3-year old built herself a tower of chairs and stools and pillows stacked on top of each other, climbed to the top of her bookshelf and proceeded to yell “help! help” which woke me up so I could help her down.
“What were you doing, Ruby? That won’t be really fun if your dresser falls on top of you!”
“I was just building my home mom. I was making my home.”
“Of course you were, that makes total sense.”
Hoping to feel better soon –Â It makes me happy to share this new adventure with you, family, friends, blogosphere, I love you all.