So, I'm pregnant. Yeah. I know happiness and tiny diapers, little baby clothes and mobiles with baby animals hanging from them. Yay. I'm happy I really am. I just thought it wouldn't be a surprise or an unplanned occurence. We were being careful. Obviously not careful enough. Its not like we can't handle it. We can, I have every faith in that. But my son is only 20 months right now. AAAAHHHHHHH. I don't know when I'm ever going to sleep. And one more day of morning sickness is going to put me in an early grave. And I just didn't realize how much I wanted to wait to have another one. Until now. Sigh. Well, what's one to do now. I guess wait patiently for a long drawn out 9 months.