What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas…

I wish I could say my lack of blog posts is due to the fact that I am busy spreading holiday cheer by baking cookies, decorating the house and buying incredible Christmas gifts for everyone, but it’s quite the contrary. The only decoration in our home is a plastic Little People nativity set and I haven’t made dinner in weeks, let alone any fabulous Christmas sweets. You can find me laying on the couch watching Sesame Street for the billionth time or puking in the toilet while Addie imitates me by leaning over the bathtub and gagging. But the lack of holiday magic in our home is for a good reason. Meet Baby Strickland (or, as we have affectionately been calling her/him, Vegas):

We found out about Vegas the day we returned from Las Vegas, thus the name (yes, we realize Vegas probably wasn’t actually conceived in Vegas, but it makes a good title for the post). I went in for the 7th week of my acupuncture study (read more about it here) and was shocked to find out I was pregnant! While we are slightly overwhelmed at the thought of adding another human to our smurf house, we are also very thankful that I don’t have to take fertility drugs again. Addie is very confused when we talk about the baby in Mommy’s tummy, but I am sure she will be very mature and willing to share the spotlight when Vegas arrives at the end of June. (other mothers of toddlers and infants -let me live in my fantasy world for the next 6 months!)

I know I have a lot of friends that are hearing about this for the first time just now. I know it is super lame to hear the news on a blog and I am ashamed. As soon as I feel better I will call you to apologize!