Kailani tagged me for this meme back in December and I’m just getting around doing this now, I’m efficient that way, I know. She’d like me to list 5 things that you don’t already know about me and all I have to ask is “do you REALLY want to know more about me?” Anyhoo, I had to rack my brains to come up with this list. So here goes.

Updated to add: I’m blaming this on ESL, the title should read “Pull up a chair, stop LURKING…”  Pierre must be cringing at this faux pas usage of the English language.  Maybe I’ll chalk it up as having preggo brain too.  Yeah, that’s it!  From now on, if you have no clue what the heck I’m talking about, just say “there she goes again…preggo brain at work!”  And I promise I won’t mention any more leakage Jeff.  Wouldn’t want you to turn into a lurker since I’ve enjoyed your comments tremendously.

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I was watching Primetime on ABC tonight and couldn’t help but feel extremely blessed of having three healthy children thus far and the recent ultrasound visit also yielded healthy result for our upcoming baby. Thank goodness!!

I’m sure you parents will agree with me that our only hope is to have healthy children. Unfortunately that might not be the case for some other parents. As in the case of Kenadie Jourdin-Bromley. She is a primordial drawf, a genetic condition that severely stunted in growth from birth. At 3.5 year old, she’s only 26 inches tall but she can definitely draw a crowd with such cute tiny voice and body.

The long awaited moment came and went this morning, as we went for our ultrasound to make sure everything was fine with the baby and to find out the gender.

Can you guess if it’s pink or blue, Mars vs. Venus, standing up or sitting down (although I do know one man who sits down for this) for peeing?

Drum roll please…

Well, we will be welcoming another little guy in June. Everything looked healthy and normal, thank goodness. Typical man that he is already, spreading like an eagle welcoming us to the ultrasound. The turtle’s head was sticking out of the shell, shall we say. So, there’s definitely no question of the gender there, that’s for sure.

For the past few days, all I’ve been dreaming of is this

yup, a bucket of those finger-lickin’ good chickens, only the drumsticks please. The more trans fat, the better. Bring it on, I say!!

I know I’m making a bunch of you sick of me talking about food all the time ever since I got knocked up again for the 4th time. So, to those folks, I want to say “the baby’s making me do it, I swear!” Everything just looks so good!! I mean, all I can think of is food, morning, noon AND night. I’m actually drooling while typing this and glancing at that gigantic bucket up above. SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!