Parenting is like a marathon. No scratch that it like a decatholon. I’ve started to realize how draining it can be.

It has sleep deprivation, add on repeating things(pick up your princesses, now put it in the basket. Yes now put it in the basket. Now that other princess too. Put it in the basket. Yes put it in…) to the Nth degree it can drive you bonkers.

And yet we are adding another one. It’s official, Ann’s pregnant again. We just went to the OB the other day and got a nice little pic of the 17mm long kid. Yes he/she is smaller than an inch.

Oh and morning sickness must have been named by some overly optimistic male doctor. ‘Cause it’s not just for mornings, not by a long shot. Ann can’t even walk in the kitchen without the mix of smells making her run to the bathroom. So with the laundry being right next to the kitchen, I’m pulling duty on dishes, laundry and all food prep. Although with Ann it can be hit or miss as neither of us can predict what would trigger the bathroom sprint. So at least I can understand her refusal to eat. The kids I get frustrated with. TOday I actually said: ” You’re eating it because I made it and that’s final.”

However, in spite of being very tired I am also very happy. THe floors are refinished in the house, we’re painting the rooms and really settling in. I get toy with the idea of learning the sex of the child. Currently I want it to be a surprise.