Maybe I should mention this child that's taking up valuable real estate in my abdominopelvic cavity

My brain is in a funk. And I'm not quite sure what to blame it on- pregnancy? Steve's field training? this stupid cold? a lack of chocolate? Ok, you caught me. There has been no lack of chocolate. Not since I rediscovered the peanut-butter chocolate Dove candies that Sam sent me for Christmas. (Sam, they are totally delicious and I cannot eat any less than four pieces at a time. My hips are starting to give you the evil eye. Second Baby says "thanks" though.)

There seems to be a lot going on with Steve's job right now, and that's kinda the only thing on my mind. But I don't wanna write about it. I can't write about it. So I'm left wondering what to write about. Because I gotta write about SOMETHING. I always feel better when I write something. But topics are hard to come by in this clunky gray matter of mine. Should I discuss: the injuries Sam has incurred since Steve's training began? The number of times I've eaten Cheerios for dinner these past few weeks? How ridiculous these Hypnobabies tracks sound to me the second time around? How few excuses we have to leave the house these days? The reality that since I got new yoga pants last weekend, I have yet to wear any other pants?

He is always so encouraging of the things I do. And he isn't hard on the eyes either, hm?

Obviously my brain is really hitting a blah note right now.

I'll just go ahead and update you on Second Baby. I have not been giving her/him the spotlight s/he deserves.

Let's see, I am still unaware of the sex of this baby. And nope, this is not a point of stress for me. Got the gender-neutral baby setup all under control and ready.

I am now 34 weeks along. My doctor recently asked me if I was ready to meet my baby soon and I told her that I was nowhere near ready yet. I told her that I was pregnant with my son for at least two years, and I don't think I've been pregnant with this child but five weeks. She looked at me and said that NO ONE says that. EVERYONE is ready to get the baby out, preferably early. I told her that I will have none of that. I will CHERISH my last six weeks of (mostly) sleeping straight through the night and I have no desire to meet this child any earlier than my due date. I will literally have ugly things to say to the person that calculated my due date if this baby comes any earlier than March 25. I'll be happy when you arrive kiddo, but I am really going to miss my sleep.

I refuse to reveal how much weight I have gained. I'm really bad at math anyway and the numbers to subtract from are really high, and how SAD is it when you need calculators to figure that sort of thing out? I am happier being ignorant on the matter.

I actually had a few contractions the other day. Sam and I were visiting a friend and her child at their house about a mile or so away. We lost track of time and I looked at the clock and suddenly realized that I needed to get home to feed Sam dinner. So I booked it back home, anxious to get this kid to bed on time. Apparently Second Baby has an aversion to exercise because s/he was all, "Slow it down! Don't make me come out to remind you!" I never had contractions with Sam until it was Go-Time, so it was really weird for me. I didn't know whether I should keep walking or sit down on the side of the road. I ended up getting home and everything settled down. But this does not provide much incentive for me to power-walk or do any other sort of strenuous exercise outside of hauling the small person up and down the stairs. Side note: I really hate stairs. And I have no friggin' clue how I'm going to work out the logistics of getting two tiny people up and down them all day long. Sam does not seem at all interested in learning to climb (he has taken a tumble or two down a couple of stairs and developed a healthy fear of climbing too high) and getting him to go DOWN the stairs seems downright laughable. I have a feeling that I need to bust out that Moby wrap and learn how to tie a good knot.

So, my question for you mamas with more than one child: What should I be doing during these last few weeks that will soon become much harder (or potentially impossible) with two children? I mean, besides sleeping. I am obviously on top of the sleep around here. And eating all of the chocolate.