7 Months pregnant with baby #4.

Yes you read that one right. 

I am pregnant. Very pregnant, Beached whale pregnant... I am due Christmas Eve. 

I wouldn't change it for anything. Even though this little guy (ITS A BOY!) was unplanned and a total surprise I am really truly excited to get to be mom of a tiny one again. Here is little man at his 20 week ultrasound. 

Want to see what I look like too? I thought so...This is me at 30 Weeks. 

Back to what I do best. Embarrass myself on accident, share it with the public and then at least enjoy the fact that someone got a laugh out of it.  I post on a bulletin board on Babycenter and the topic is what (sarcastically that is) has made us so dead sexy while we are pregnant. Here is mine: "I farted alone in my SUV when I went through the jack in the box drive through, I rolled down my window to pay and the drive through guy gagged and said "whoa damn!"  I kinda wanted to die...but instead I laughed like a man, ended up peeing myself and had to change my pants when I got home.  I ooze sexiness..." 

Yes. I feel sorry for my Jimmy. Poor guy. 

I'm still alive and kicking....kinda

Very few things make me as happy as a RuPaul's Drag Race Marathon! I love that show so much. I love to watch people be who they want to be and not who they HAVE to be to please other people. The new season starts tomorrow and I couldn't be more excited!
I got to spend time with James last night, It was really nice to just sit and talk and play games together. I love that he is interested in what I have to say. He takes my ideas seriously and not just as "Alicia's Dreaming". It gives me so much confidence to have someone think that I can be anything I want to be, I don't have to fit into someones idea of a perfect partner. I already am enough. When you feel that way there is nothing more freeing in being able to be who you are and who you were created to be.
Not so exciting news, I get to have a kidney removed. This is not something that I ever thought I would have to do, I am ready for it to be out.
I was watching TV with Luke the other night and a commercial for womens razors comes on and he looks at me in sheer horror and says "Women shave?". I had to explain it to him but he is still creeped out by it, I had to show him my razor and everything. Silly kid.
He has been such a snuggler lately. Always attached to me while we are at home. I don't mind one bit. He is going to be 8 in April and he is almost 4 feet tall.  He still fits in my lap just fine and I am going to let him continue to sit there as long as he wants.
Boston likes to use big words in conversation, sometimes it throws me off a bit. He is 9. I have heard the words; awkward, suffocating, perfection, sanitized, impeccable, and my favorite....unfortunate.
He had to write a report on someone that he loves, he chose his brother. Talk about melting a mommy heart. He does love his brother, they are best friends. They do not like to be away from eachother. They share a room but I think that if they had their own room we would have a hard time trying to keep them apart. I think that they feel like they are the other's safety net. I think its beautiful.