Well, yes, we are pregnant. And no one is more surprised than we are! With a due date of Decmber 22nd I can guarantee you that this was a whops baby. I like to plan things. I like to do a big Christmas - decorations, tons of cookies, too many toys - the works! But, um, perhaps not this year.

So lets start at the beginning. My last period was on St. Patricks Day. I was waiting for it Easter weekend. We had a ton of company and I was annoyed at the thought of dealign with my period for lots of swimming and beach outings. So I was releived it was late but so not worried. A week later I got worried. So I took a test. The second line took awhile to show up and it was so faint I was convinced the test was faulty. With Alec the line lit up the ssky immediately it was so bright. With Owen the stupid test never worked or I did it worng or who knows, but I only ever got the confirmation at the doctor's office. Anyway, I went out and bought two more tests. And yes, again, a second line. Much disbelief, much wondering, much shock.

I tell Michael. More shock. He wants to know if I should take another test. I tell him I think 2 plus a still missing period should be proof enough.

Did I mention I drank a lot of Snagria Easter weekend? Like a lot. So much. And I was on some major drugs for stomach issues at the time of conception. I went off them as soon as I found out about the baby, but I am still worried.

Feeling OK, just tired. And thirsty. And grouchy. Make that moody.

Not too much time to process because we are about to leave on our big New England adventure. My brother Brian is graduatiing form UCONN and since we have to fly with the kids anyway we figured we'd make a vacaion out of it as well. Let's just say travelling with a 4 year old and almost 2 year old is no way to try to adjust to the news that you are now expecting a third child. We are overcome with visions of chaos upon chaos. Mayhem and anarchy. It is the almost 2 year old who may push us over the edge or out the window of the plane. He.can.not.sit.still. And he is strong. And loud.

But we survive, and actually have a good trip when all is said and done. I realize that every single time we have ever used our timeshare - Myrtle Beach, Mexico and now Newport, I have been pregnant. That means overy significant vacation I have been on in the last 5 years, I have been pregnant. For pity's sake! This time I fare the best though. I was incerently exhasuted in Myrtle Beach and the fod poisoning in Mexico was just downright cruel for a pregnat lady. No, Newport and New England in genral was much kinder.