In case you’re wondering why I dropped off the planet for a few months, this happened.
At which point I had a mini heart attack, because I definitely didn’t do cardio that day.
And then I threw up for a few months.
And then we found out it’s another baby girl, so we basically have our own cheerleading squad now. And she started kicking me in the bladder.
And now I’m back-ish, and will probably be bombarding the site with the last shreds of my sanity (or at least my best impression thereof) before #3 arrives and I’m too tired to ever write another sentence again.