There is a Native American wives tale that when a small child is looking through their legs they are looking for their new little brother or sister.
For those of you who don't know yet, we are expecting baby #6. I am due Feb. 15th. This explains my disapearance from the blogging world, and the real world this summer. We have had a wonderful summer, and I have a lot to catch up on. I have been dealing with a lot of morning sickness. Or in my case, all day sickness. I am starting to feel like I can function again and can get back into life. Everything looks really good and I have had two ultrasounds already. One because of my history of twins and we weren't sure of the due date, and the other because they couldn't find the heartbeat at my last appointment. My heart stopped beating for a moment, but everything is fine. The baby was flipping all over the place in the ultrasound and I guess it wasn't sitting still long enough for them to find the heartbeat. The kids are very excited. It's pretty cute to listen to Jacob tell everybody about the baby. He's determined the baby is a boy and the girls are voting for a girl. Manny and I both feel like it's a boy, so we'll see.
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