That is because long about June, there will be another little Curry joining our family. No we're not adopting this time; yes, I am pregnant. We are excited and the children are ecstatic. Orders have been placed for each child's choice of boy or girl, surprisingly with 'girl' winning. D voted for a girl since he really thinks the numbers should be even. I'll see the midwife for the first time next month and that's when I can start hearing that lovely phrase, "advanced maternal age". Perhaps if I start using a cane it will make everyone feel better. (You know there's a new historical American Girl doll who is just about my age now.)
I have felt better in my life. I never feel terrific when pregnant and this time is no exception. This would explain the lack of posts recently. It would also explain the mountain of laundry in my basement among other things. (At least now I have an excuse for when things get out of control.) But I do have Christmas under control and am nearly done with the shopping.
In other news, things have been pretty normal (ie completely un-blog worthy) around here. Schoolwork happens, B bakes and sells bread, little boys play, A and P spend their entire week at the theater doing tech for A Midsummer Night's Eve production they are in this weekend, we read books, and all the other things which happen every week.