So little miss Squish is 9 and a half months old now.  It's been a long hiatus here from this blog and an even longer break from my pursuits of Stepford-dom.  You see, when Lydia was 5 months old I was diagnosed with post partum depression. 

It. was. sucky.

I was focused on getting myself better and taking care of my two kids and trying to still be some sort of wife to my husband.  Needless to say, meal planning and laundry got left in the dust. 

I wish I was back here to say that all of that will start changing now, but I'm not sure that it will.  See, we are now expecting baby #3.   Yep, I done went and got knocked up again.  No, this wasn't planned.  No, it certainly is not the best idea.  But, whether we like it or not, Festus is a cookin' inside me and will be making an appearance around the 16th of February.  When I first found out I was devastated.  I wasn't sure how this would ever work with my depression and two babies 16 months apart.  Turns out my hormones are leveling out a bit now and I'm feeling pretty good.  As far as the two babies thing, well it is what it is and we'll find a way to make it work.  Preferably without a breakdown on my part this time around. 

We have only told a few close friends at this point and no family.  There are a multitude of reasons for that but I won't get into them now.  I just needed to start keeping record and since no one reads this anyway, I think I'm safe here.

Return of the slob...

Well it's been almost a year since my last post.  BUT, I have the best excuse on the planet...

Yep, I done went and had a baby!  Squish graced us with her presence in October and will be 4 months old next week.  Hope that's a good enough reason to have neglected this whole blogging thing.  I actually suffered from a condition called hyperemesis gravidarum which resulted in a 24 hour IV I had to carry around with me in a backpack for the first few months.  I had it my last pregnancy with Bug but was even worse with this one.  Thanks goodness it cleared up about halfway through and I was able to have an uneventful rest of my pregnancy and delivery.  This time I've been so lucky to be blessed with a happy, easy-going baby that loves to sleep.  If you had told me after I had my son that those kinds of babies existed I probably would have punched you in your face.



Needless to say, our lives now require even more organization so we don't all descend into utter chaos.  Also, this is the most I've weighed in my entire life.  Stay tuned for a new plan for this here blog and how it's going to get me to the stepford wife I've always known I'm capable of being!