We didn’t send out a Christmas card this year, but if we had it probably would have looked something like this.
And it would say: Merry Christmas from the Kriegers.
And then, perhaps on the back, we’d add a blurb telling our family and friends that Tom and I are so excited to announce that we are expecting Krieger Baby #3.
As of Christmas Eve, I’ll be 20 weeks. The baby is due May 13, the Wednesday after Mother’s Day.
If you’ve wondered why, for the past few months, I’ve been falling asleep at the dinner table, wearing the same outfit over and over, and inexplicably passing on wine, that’s why. Oh, and glowing. I forgot to mention the part about how all that exhaustion, hunger and weight gain is making me glow.
We are excited. We’re really, really excited. But we’re completely petrified, too, because Tom and I already feel outnumbered as it is.
David is thrilled. Every time we drive by the hospital (which is a lot) he asks if that’s where we’re going to get the baby out. He’s decided we’re going to name the baby Caleb, after his favorite celebrity.
I’m tempted to say Mary Virginia has no idea — she’s only 18 months old — but I sort of suspect she does know. She knows and she’s furious that she’s getting de-throned as baby of the family. I can’t think of any other logical reason she’s waking up at 5:20 a.m. just to scream at me.
Merry Christmas, everyone.