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Vickery's


I was going to share the news about a month from now, but somewhere in the middle of the night as I was eating a bowl of Apple Jacks and watching a recording of Drop Dead Diva on the DVR, I said, "Oh, what the heck?" If you're subscribed to this blog and/or read it regularly, I consider you a friend. So, I want you to know.

Drum roll please.........

I have insomnia.

Okay, just kidding. The reason I have insomnia is because I'm pregnant. 

Now, I'll answer some of your questions:

  • Yes, it was planned.
  • Yes, we are stopping at three.
  • Yes, we are crazy.
  • No, my husband and I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. But we're betting on a boy. And if that's the case, we're going to name him Stormtrooper, per Dillon's request. And See Saw if it's a girl.
  • Yes, we will find out the sex.
  • The due date is February 22, but I've learned not to count on that. This Wednesday, I'll be 15 weeks pregnant. For Lou and the rest of you who don't speak pregnancy lingo that translates to almost 4 months. And don't even get me started about whether pregnancy is 9 or 10 months. The correct answer is... long enough.

But even as I make jokes, I don't take this blessing for granted. I had two miscarriages between Dillon and Blake and some minor complications with each pregnancy. We're aware of the risks... for one, I'm over 35. But my doctor is very optimistic, and insomnia aside, initial ultrasounds and blood tests look good. I, on the other hand, am beginning to look like I've had a few too many beers and chicken wings. In other words, I'm in that awkward stage where people wonder, "Is she or isn't she?"

Yes, she is.

When I was a young girl, I imagined having three kids. But then I grew up and completely changed my mind about that. My husband and I were married for 5 years before we even thought about having Dillon. And when people asked us then how many kids we wanted, we replied, "We're going to wait to see if we like this one before making a decision about that."

Turns out, we like him a whole lot. And his brother's not so bad, either.

Friends, welcome to the party.