back from the dead.

Not literally, but pretty close.  You know it's bad when your five year old asks you pretty much every day for two months "You dying mom?"  But I am alive and feeling more normal than I have since Christmas!

And I just have to give a shout-out to my friend, Zofran (even if we have a love/hate relationship).  Zofran managed to keep me out of the hospital and helped me to function (something important when you have two children who need to be taken care of).  But it makes me oh so happy to say it has been ONE WHOLE WEEK since I have had to take it!!!  That, my friends, is something momentous.

I'm 22 weeks now, over the hump, and yes, we do know what we're having.  What else could we have but a BOY!?  I was pretty much 100% sure this little parasite was a boy so my ego got a little stroked to be right once again.  I also have a name picked out, although Rob says he's not completely sold on the middle name yet (which I take to mean I just need to convince him...).  So here is little Oskar, aka Skeletor:

(yup, this is the best shot I got, my ultrasound tech was lame.  I got five pictures, two crotch shots that were not from a very good angle and three just like the one above.)

And now I get to try and wrap my head around the idea of having three boys... I'm thinking it will be chaos around here, what do you think?