Um, wow. So, I've posted 10 times in the last year. Whoa. Hello, 'death of blogging,' huh?

So, uh, yeah, the ultrasound back in August? was fine. And I am now 38w5d pregnant, and will probably be induced on Thursday, at 39w.

Second kids really do get the shaft — I've visited this blog a million times to look back at what happened when with Ingrid, but I never posted a word about #2. I haven't taken a single belly pic (it was weird, though, I didn't show until AFTER 20 weeks this time, and began to really relate to those "I didn't know I was pregnant!" people. Ingrid had a full nursery (that of course went mostly unused for a year) and this baby? We put the changing table in the dining room, with the clothes and diapers in baskets on the shelves, and uh, that's it. We plan on cosleeping again, so haven't bothered with a crib (though we do have a pack n play, and I ordered a new-since-Ingrid sleeper/bouncer type thing to use if necessary), but, yeah, that's it. Poor 2nd kid.

Ingrid is excited, and a little nervous, and VERY VERY CLINGY right now. She'll be 4 (FOUR!!) in May, so she's definitely very aware of what's going on. She insists — INSISTS– it's a girl, and has from day one, and we've talked at length about the awesomeness of brothers and boys and all that, but if I have any preference at all, it would be for a girl, just to make Ingrid's day. (We didn't find out this time, either.)

I'm getting a little sad at the loss of our family of three, of the weekend snuggly naps with Ingrid, of the freedom that an almost-four year old provides. We went to Boston on the train in October, with the Volo stroller and a small backpack and NOTHING ELSE, because Ing is potty trained and eats food that you can find anywhere and doesn't need a whole lot more than a regular grown human. We joked that it'd be the last time we did anything so freely for another three years, but it was a great day — walking around the North End on a gorgeous fall day, Ingrid loved the Aquarium and the MOS, and the parade we ran into in the middle (this was Columbus Day weekend) and being in a city and riding on a train — so hopefully in three more years, we can do it again.

So, yeah. I've become part of the death of blogging statistics (but also part of the rise in microblogging statistics! and will be tweeting birth updates, to keep family and friends informed as well as anyone else who wants to be in the know) but I guess once in a while, I still have something to say. Maybe I'll get better on maternity leave.