I tried to think of some clever or cute way of saying it, but honestly, if ever my words could come out as clever or cute, I’m sure it would require much more brainpower than I possess at the moment.

So here it is:  baby number six is on the way. 

I think I’m somewhere between nine and ten weeks along.  I’m nauseous and tired and gaining weight way too quickly…pretty standard as far as pregnancy goes for me.  Labor looms larger in my mind than it has in the past, and worries about prenatal care and getting a larger vehicle and the potential for 7 more months of not feeling good threaten to overwhelm me.

The thought of a sixth little one, though?  That is joy to my heart.