Three's a crowd - and I'm not normally one for crowds, but...

So it appears (I have been away from this blog so long I have forgotten) that I called this blog-deal "This New Life." Well, with that kind of title it seems fitting that I add this little tidbit of info here since I'm about to change my life in a major way yet again. Come summer, there will be three little'uns running (wait, two running and one sleeping, crying, giggling and drooling) around my place.

Exciting. Crazy. Funny. And exciting, again.

I expected to have, by now, been asked if this pregnancy was actually planned and wanted by some daft soul, but that has not yet transpired. There is certainly time for that, though, so I will await that query. This also gives me time to come up with a pithy response.

And off I go to do just that.

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Sue W said…
Three is fantastic!!! Congrats
3 January 2012 at 17:41
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