Boise, Beijing, Brasilia

The first time I realized something was going on, it was somewhere near the beginning of August. I read this article about things that happened after the Harry Potter series ended. When I got to number six, I cried. It wasn't just tears coming to my eyes and then quickly receding. No, it was more of a full-on cry, where I mourned the loss of Fred Weasley, the loss George Weasley was dealing with, and the future of the wizarding community without both Weasley twins. I also got to thinking just how long it had been since I'd read any of the Harry Potter books and visited my friends at Hogwarts.
And I also realized I was probably pregnant.
I don't usually cry about Harry Potter-- except for that chapter about Snape's memories in the 7th book. But other than that, it's not something I usually get weepy about.
But it's been fun to be all weepy. I also get DESPERATELY hungry and incredibly exhausted. Otherwise I've felt marvelous-- not sick at all! I'm very grateful for that, since I was pretty queasy with Penny and fine with Naomi, as long as I kept eating Cheez-its.
We noticed that our kids are all born in cities that belong with "B." Kevin says we're probably done after this one, because we don't really plan on getting posted to Bogota, Colombia. But Kevin, our options are WIDE open! Bridgetown, Barbados! Belmopan, Belize! Busan, Korea! Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei! Bangkok, Thailand! And if those don't work out, there's always Bethesda, Maryland.
We'll see what the future brings. Right now, I'm a little overwhelmed at the prospect of having a third child. Naomi's super clingy, needy, whiny, and sometimes a little rotten. My only hope is that she'll be 6 months older by the time the baby comes. Maybe she'll grow out of some of it.
And hopefully I'll write on my blog here and there before April when the baby comes. I plan on it!