the ballad of two

Two kids is awesome. Sometimes annoying or frustrating but mostly pretty cool, as I see them get to be good friends and watch them share and look out for each other, at least some of the time.
This isn't even a fraction of the amount of pictures I've taken of the two of them together, more so as they've gotten older and started playing together.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end. The days of the ballad of two are numbered.
Two kids is awesome. But I'm sure three will be better. :)

I know some people are weirded out by sonograms but in spite of all the evidence, I don't really "feel" pregnant until I know my baby is alive and healthy. It's just nice to know.

Some of you have asked if the kids are excited. Madeira is clueless. I told River I was having another baby, and he looked at me with a small amount of irritation and asked, "Why?" in a withering tone. So no, neither of them seem to care, at least at this point.
Jeremy asked me last night what we were going to do with 3 kids. It seems so far away that I can't really be worried about it yet. I have no idea. We had no idea with 1 or 2 kids, and we limp along. I'm sure 3 will be the same.
If you are curious, I'm not sure if we'll find out what we're having or not. Jeremy informed me a while back that if we ever did find out the gender, we weren't going to be telling anyone. I don't know if I'll be able to keep a secret...
Anyway, I'm excited about a May baby. My dad is the only one in the family with a May birthday and I was kind of hoping that I'd have a baby on his birthday at some point for some reason. But just having a baby in May will be good enough. Why push my luck, right?
On a final note: Everytime I'm pregnant, I have the thought that this time I will be both cute and comfortable. Cough. So again, wish me luck.