Well, The Cat's Out Of The Bag.

That's right. Come end of March, Claire will have someone else to play with, and I'm sure Bells is grateful. Or maybe terrified that there will now be two monsters trying to claim her whiskers as prizes.

Everyone was getting suspicious with my constant, extremely picky snacking and numerous bathroom runs. I actually wanted to keep it a secret until right before we found out what we're cooking, but I'm already in the pudgy stage and now I can snack during church without shame. I was getting some pretty concerned looks when I pulled out my entire bag of cheeze-its a couple weeks ago.

While I'm finally adjusting to the shock of the kiddos being barely 16 months apart, we are thrilled with the news. I'm already plotting how to redecorate the nursery for two and where to move furniture.

This pregnancy is already completely different from the first. I'm still very very bossy about food in our house and Ross is coping beautifully. I couldn't ask for a more wonderful, supportive husband, though I'm sure he'd appreciate a sandwich or a home cooked dinner sometime soon.