The Cat is Out of the Bag...

This Valentine project kept Lincoln busy for four mornings straight while Ivan took his morning nap. I found the blank posterboard heart shaped cards and glitter glue in the dollar bin at Michaels a little while ago and couldn't pass it up. The first morning Lincoln painted the hearts. I used the washable paint, and we did red and a few different shades of pink (by combining different combos of red and white paint) but after they dried they all ended up about the same light pink color, even the straight red ones. Oh well, the texture on them still looked cool. The second morning Lincoln stuck heart shaped foam stickers on the hearts. He even did an ok job of distributing them evenly. The third morning I let him have at it with the glitter glue. He did really well, and I think this was his favorite step in the process. He could open the tubes and squeeze out the glue all by himself, so basically all I did was supervise. On the fourth morning I addressed enough envelopes for all the Valentines and let Lincoln decorate the backs with different heart shaped stickers. I'm tellin' ya, projects are the way to go with kids. :)

But why all the fuss over Valentines Day? It's not even a holiday I really like. Well, I guess it's time for the cat to come out of the bag. Maybe the poem Aaron and I wrote and stuck inside will explain a little better. It went something like this:

Roses are red

Valentine's Day is for lovin'

Surprise!

We have another bun in the over.

We sent these Valentines to our parents and siblings to announce that we are having another baby. Yup. It's true. Swan #3 on it's way. It was a little bit sooner than we were planning on, in other words, a surprise. But we're excited all the same.  On Monday I will be 15 weeks along. I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for March 1st and two weeks after that we will find out if it's a girl or a boy. My due date is August 7th. Yes, that will be the second August child. Apparently November is a good month for us. ;)

The first trimester is thankfully over. I was nauseous most of the time. But I only threw up once. So that's an improvement over when I was pregnant with Ivan.

I'm excited for another baby. I love babies. I'm also kind of freaking out, wondering how I'll manage 3 children with only 2 arms. And they will all be pretty young and pretty close together, but I'm sure we'll figure it out. :) The question everyone always asks, "Do you want a girl or a boy?" is sure to come, so I'll take some time to explore it. It would be really convenient for us to have a boy. We already have everything we could possibly need wardrobe wise, toy wise, etc. for one. I have the perfect boy name already picked out. (That's pretty much what I do from day one for the next 9 months is name the baby over and over and over again.) That doesn't mean I'll say what it is though, because I'm still making sure Aaron likes it for real. On the other hand, I don't think I would mind having a girl this time. The first two pregnancies I was dead set on having boys. But this time I feel ok with either. That being said, if I do have a girl no one is allowed to drown her in pink lacy frilly foofey awful stuff. Purple is great, yellow is better, brown good. Pink is out. No pink.

Anyways, there's our big news. It feels kind of nice having it out in the open. I was a little nervous to tell everyone. But I'm starting to show some, and so it had to come out. And now that it's out, I'm glad. :)