The "Big" Update

So as I alluded to in both of my previous posts, I've been tired. Really, really tired. And there is a good reason for that:

Reese is going to be a big sister!

This is Gooey!

I know! You're probably all thinking "Why is she calling her baby Gooey?" And the answer to that is easy. The day I found out I was pregnant (way back at the beginning of March), I told Wyatt that I had a baby in my belly. I asked him what he wanted to call it, and he settled on "Gooey." So that's what we've been calling our third bundle of joy. You know, until it actually gets here!

We are so excited to welcome a third baby into our family. This little one will be 26 months younger than Reese (what a huge age difference!) and 3 and a half years younger than Wyatt. Some people probably think we're out of our minds. The age difference between Wyatt and this baby is the age difference a lot of people have between only 2 kids, let alone having another one in between! But this is totally how we envisioned our family, with the kids all close in age, and we are so thrilled! (Just please, don't ask me about the minivan!)

I am now 10 weeks pregnant. The baby is the size of a lime, but if you were to look at me, you would think it was the size of a cantaloupe. I know my body is used to doing this, and that from the time the baby started developing my uterus was all like "Oh, there's a baby coming, I know what to do. I should multiply by 1000. Even though the baby is the size of a lima bean, I think I'll just stretch." So this is what I looked like on Sunday. And today I'm even bigger. And I've gained two pounds. Seriously.

Little Gooey is due November 7. We still haven't decided what we're going to do about when I'll deliver (third C Section's a charm) because of Reese's birth nightmare, but we know we'll base it around when my favorite Doctor will be there. We also don't know whether we're going to find out what this baby is! I like the idea of being surprised. I like it more since I know that I have everything I need for a girl or a boy. I'm just the most impatient person I know (which is not one of my great strengths as a Mother). I don't know that I'll be able to wait until November to find out what I'm having! What do you think I should do? Seriously, HELP!

P.S. I will probably post the incredibly adorable video of how I told Brian I'm pregnant at some point soon. You know, after a million other updates :)!