A New Pet

We found a new friend today.  Megan greatly enjoyed snuggling her new pet. (Kendra's not feeling well and didn't get to enjoy this moment *sniff*, we did have about 6 weeks without any illness which is a record for us.)   It was so cute that now I can't bring myself to kill it.  Maybe I can get Mark to throw them in the arroyo after the kids go to sleep.  I'd keep them but I have two problems: 1. they'll eat my plant and 2. they're a moth - a giant privet moth! 

These babies get huge - probably to match the size they will be when they come out of the cocoon.

There are two friends.  The biggest is on the left top corner and the smaller is down near the bottom right.

Our Decision

After I had Megan I decided I was done.  Her illness caused not only severe sleep deprivation, but a mother on the brink of mental insanity.  I couldn't go through that again.

Then I felt like someone was missing.  I thought about every facet of having another kid and finally decided I had to do it.  I made a promise after Kendra that I would never deny a spirit a chance at life.  It was a leap of faith for me.

I'm about 3 months along.  I have two different due dates so somewhere at the end of January, beginning of February our third one will make an appearance.  It is most likely a girl since our first two are girls.  I don't want to find out what we are having at our ultrasound and want to be surprised, but that decision is killing Mark.

I've had morning sickness and deserve a gold star for swimming with Megan the last month in swim lessons!  I've gained a ton of weight already - a pound a week.  I'm hoping once I feel better and don't have to eat to function that it will go down to 1/2 pound a week.  It really is amazing that I'm as functional as I am.  I'm already showing but refuse to wear prego clothes until I'm 16 weeks.  Does everyone stretch out faster with their third?  And gain more weight?