What used to be a weekly update has dwindled from twice a month to barely once every month or two. My apologies. Work has taken over my evenings leaving me very little time with my family, and during the day I'm so busy picking up sippy-cups and scrubbing cat vomit out of the carpet, that blogging is the last thing on my mind.
Sleep, sleep, and more sleep!
'So, Karen,' you may ask, 'What's up with the title of the blog? Is Tater Tot 13 months plus 10 weeks? That would make her 15 1/2 months and you bad at math!'
As you may have noticed, nearly all of my posts have Tot's gestational or birth age in weeks, months, or years. Yes, she is still 13 months (or one year, one month. Or 57 weeks.) But there's a special surprise coming!
Baby Small Fry, due in September!
I tried to wait as long as I could, but I'm not very good at secrets! So here you go!
And, good news- I found a midwife in the area! We're meeting with her next week to see if she's my best option, and I feel so positive about this birthing experience! I can't wait. The hospital has changed. The nurses are more lax. There are doulas available. And I can finally use that birthing ball!
But there's time for all that... 30 weeks or so...