There is so much to say.  So very much.  And I’ve said a good deal of it with posts just waiting to be published.  Well, have photos uploaded and then published.  Therein lies the trouble, you see.  Because this computer and I?  We’re not exactly chums.  More like “frenemies” or something along those lines.  The photos I need are nestled in the middle of a card and each time I try . . . well, the details aren’t important.  What is important is my IT guy (Jac, love of my life) has been so busy and working so hard that I’ve barely seen him let alone had time to bother him with this business.

Boo. Hoo.

Can I blame the baby?  I’m gonna blame the baby.  I’m 2 months out and wondering how the heck we got here.  We’re having a baby forcryingoutloud and everything’s about to get a whole lot weirder and crazier and louder and smellier and what were we thinking?!?!

In the words of Jim Gaffigan, “We thought it through!”

But then there is the speculation (read: arguing) from the kids about whether it is a boy or a girl.  Kisses on my belly and eager hands to feel it stretch and bump.  Loads and loads of “When Septimus comes” or “After Septimus is born.” Though Jac and I have yet to let our minds wander there, the kids have put in lots of miles back and forth to that destination.  The general consensus is, “I can’t wait!” and it’s contagious, thanks be to God.

Now if only technological know how was as easily shared . . .