Excuses, excuses.

I could just let it all go and start calling this a mommy/pregnancy blog. Regale you with stories of constipation and crying on the playground for no explicable reason. Instead, I'll just apologize. I'm sorry I'm not being a good little writer-down-er. It's just that I've been busy crying on the playground everyday. 

My OB-GYN visits are amazing. With the other pregnancies I was excited to be read the number on the measuring tape, to hear the little galloping heart beat. Now, I drop trou every month and get to see my little sloth being all cute and stuff. Last week, we went to the über sonographie place and had all the tiniest details explained to us. The size of her (her!) little thigh bone, the number of kidneys (two) and the beating of the heart. And then, with the flick of a switch and without any warning, the screen changed from the familiar black and white scene ...

To this one:

That's our little girl, nuzzled up to the placenta, arm up above her head. She healthy and growing well. I had always expected this type of ultrasound to be creepy to the max, but it wasn't so bad! 

So that's what I've been up to, mostly. Growing a baby. We did go to France for a few days and made some mighty fine Christmas crafts that I plan to write about soon. And Miss Eloise's birthday party is on Friday, with sieben kliene Kinder, so that should be interesting. Stay tuned, please, and keep in touch!