I was talking to my Dad the other day (over the phone... he reads my blog). He asked me if I was pregnant. I said no. I wouldn't lie to my Dad.
Despite my accidental innuendos (on my blog), I'm really not pregnant.
Having two babies has been on my mind prior to Everett's birth. (Probably even prior to his conception). I always thought that having one child was hard enough, so the thought of having two might just push me over the edge. When Everett was still very tiny, I thought to myself "how does anyone take care of another child (of any age) AND a newborn?" It's a thought that still has me wondering. So when I talk about having two babies (as I did in my latest dinner/journal post)... it's just me thinking out loud, not me announcing anything.
(Jake and I at a wedding prior to Everett)