So the last couple months have been rough. I forgot how sick I get when I'm pregnant (it's probably a good thing that I forgot). I think that I am finally nearing the end of this whole being sick all day every day. I'm due on the 27th of August. I swear that being due at the end of the month is the worst. People can remember the month that you are due, but not the actual date. So, once August hits I will be asked a million times if they baby is coming. Then the month will just drag on. I went over my due date by a couple of days with Lacey, so I'm guessing that it will be the same way with this one. We are pretty excited about having another baby even if we don't have any idea how we will manage having two. Crazy!