It's a new year, and I am still lame

We had the ultrasound. We did not find out gender. It is written on a piece of paper and sealed in an envelope. It is driving various friends and relatives nuts. I don't quite understand why. It isn't their baby. They have nothing to do in preparation. We have one of each already. Who cares all that much? I think hubby wanted to find out, but basically since the first few days after the scan, we haven't really thought about it.

What have we been thinking about? Christmas, duh! This was the best Christmas ever. The kids were Rockwellian. They had matching jammies that the elves brought to them on Christmas Eve (like they do every year) and were just happy and grateful and adorable. My big gift was a new video camera so the whole thing is on tape. Which is awesome because I really think Harper's days of believing in Santa are numbered. I hope to get at least one more year out of her, but it seems pretty doubtful. Though as amazing as she is as a big sister, I think I can count on her to keep the secret for the little ones.

As for the new little one, it's trying to kill me with heartburn and various kicks and jabs at inopportune moments. Like right in the bladder when I am almost asleep. But I'll love it anyway, I'm sure.

We have come up with zero names. We suck.

And hubby recently announced that he has training the last week of March at a location three hours away. If you know me, that means I will of course go into labor as soon as he arrives at said destination and deliver before he has a chance to get home. I was 8 days early with Harper and about 15 days early with Beckett. And Beckett was a pretty fast delivery. My OB even laughed and said I needed to tell him to skip the training or else he'd miss the birth of his child. I'm going with the OB on this one.

And speaking of OBs, I love mine so much that as of now, I have referred two friends to him. The first one has already delivered and loved him as much as I do. The second one hasn't seen him yet, but will love him for sure. So if you are looking to get knocked up and want an amazing OB, let me know.

And my delivery was at Menorah last time and will be there this time. Seriously, it is like a resort or something. They have menus to order from and the food is very good. You get two meals per room, so spouse or in my case once, Ashley, can have dinner with you. You tell them what you want to order and when to deliver. And if you forget, they give a nice little reminder call. I love that place too. Maybe they will let me stay a week or so this time instead of the 48 hours that insurance insists on. Bastards!