Cha-cha-cha-changes

So I haven't touched base in, like, forever.
The important thing is not to cast blame or to point fingers. The thing to remember here is that any blogging is good blogging.
So, I'm pregnant.

25 weeks.  Hark!  I spy a third trimester on the horizon.

Let's hit the highlights of the last 6 months:

• We went to Colorado to see Tia and Suzanne and family.  
• Zac began stuttering.  It freaked us the heck out.  It was really, really bad, really, really fast. But, though it's been like a roller-coaster, we're on a down-swing right now and I have high hopes that it's in secession. (Until the South rises again!)
• I got pregnant.  On purpose.  With a great deal of thought and due diligence.  But I want to kick anyone who suggests that I did this to get out of my calling.  Because that's what's going to make being the RS President easier--20 weeks of barfing.
• Zac finally potty-trained! On the first day of pre-school, while we were there, after weeks of terror and fretting on his mother's part...This kid, I tell ya.
• I threw up until I was at 20 weeks! Nathan was heroic.  Zac provided a lot of play-by-play commentary while squatting by the toilet with me.
•  I have really bad sciatica.  But on the up-side, my varicose veins aren't annoying me.  It's like they're saying, "It's okay.  We're making a person here.  You can be pretty later.  But I wouldn't go near the pool for a while and, oh, maybe you should slap on some more eye-liner." 
• When Laura wants to know how things are she reaches for my tum and says, "How's Betsy Trotwood despite the crushing weight of inter-generational Chinese debt?" 

Little Sister...(oh, didn't I tell you I'm having a girl?!) is doing well and we're terrifically excited about it.  I'm due on April 11th.