Ahem...

God has a sense of humor....

and it's NOT a funny one.

As you can guess I've been MIA (with good reason). You'll want to read this WHOLE post, I promise you won't be disappointed.

So, as you know we've moved in to our new house (fabulous) however after about 3 nights in, we had to pack up and ship out because we were having the hardwoods refinished. We left Monday morning with the promise that we would be back by Friday night.

Lies.

Me, husband, and 9 month old baby go to my parents house for the week. Not only is it me, husband, 9 month old baby, grandma, grandpa, their 2 dogs, our 2 dogs, but my 2 brothers were there also.

I have never wanted to leave somewhere so quickly before in my whole life. I love my family, but damn. Too many people, too many pets, and to make matters worse, Richmond Virginia gets a foot of snow. Now we are all stranded in the same house with no hopes of getting out. At one point I really thought we were going to end up being THAT family, we've all heard the stories, someone snaps and offs everyone.

Not only are we stuck (together) but because of the massive storm system, the floor guys can't finish the job as fast as they thought. I'm praying that we may only have to stay 2 extra days TOPS, but nope, ANOTHER storm comes through, with MORE snow. Needless to say we were at my parents for a whole extra week!

Don't worry, we haven't even gotten to the best part yet.

So finally, we catch a break and we get to come back to our new home! Luckily our appliances (fridge, range, microwave, dishwasher) were getting delivered the next day, so although we were out of the house longer than expected it worked out okay. That is until ANOTHER snow storm busts through and the appliances can't get delivered! So we went through a whole snowed-in weekend with no appliances! If papa johns wasn't opened we would have starved!

As if all of this madness wasn't stressful enough, there was yet ANOTHER development.

I've been feeling a little off lately. Nothing to alarm myself, but enough "off" to know that something is up. For the life of me I just couldn't put my finger on it....and then it hit me, it hit me like an effing ton of bricks.

I couldn't be?

Well guess what? I am.

I'm pregnant.

I told you you wouldn't be disappointed if you read this whole thing.

I have a 9 month old little girl, and I am pregnant with baby no. 2.

My husband of course is so excited because he thinks it's a boy. I don't have the heart to tell him that I think it's a girl (and since I knew Juliette was going to be a girl from the time I got the positive prego test, I think my intuition is spot on).

We haven't told anyone and I mean anyone! (except you guys...I mean I have to talk to someone)! I really want to try and wait until LO's first birthday before it's all around town.

Although I wasn't expecting to be expecting again so soon, of course I'm excited about having another baby. The hardest part for me is, looking at my daughter and feeling like I'm taking away from "her" time. The babies will be about 18 months apart (which scares the shit out of me too). Seriously, do I have what it takes to handle 2 under 2???

Other than the extreme exhaustion though, I feel great! I'm looking forward to the second-time around, since I know what to expect, I'm feeling much more relaxed. I just have to keep telling myself it will be okay, and besides if it IS a girl...how cute will 2 little girls 18 months apart be?

I'm already on the name hunt, and my first appointment and ultrasound is the last week in Feb.

Soooo, how about THAT for a curveball?

Hope you enjoyed! Stay posted!