Wow! After a two month blog hiatus, I'm back. I wasn't even going to post today but I'm pretty sure if I don't update, the blog would officially be over forever. Sure, like everyone else, we were busy with the holidays. But more than that, I could not sit and form a complete sentence. I've been having trouble reading too. Normally, I would put the kids down and read while they fell asleep and late into the night. But for months I've been starting one book after another, only to read 2 or 3 chapters, and I could not remember for the life of me what I had read the night before. I think I may have finally snapped out of this funk. I just finished a book in 3 nights and it was great! Although, I have no idea what it was called, so I may not be out of the woods just yet. I blame it all on the pregnancy. The over-in-34-days pregnancy! It is unbelievable to me (and Jay) that in 34 days we'll have another baby. It is the single most exciting thing ever to deliver a baby - for the Rich family anyway : ) That may be why little Rosalie will be the 21st grandchild on my side!

But I also have to be realistic and prepare myself. It's almost like a freight train that is coming, speeding ahead, whether you're ready or not. Our family is growing from 5 to 6 and the dynamics will never be the same. For the first few months, it is going to be a lot of hard work and sleepless nights. Hopefully the insomnia I've battled with this entire pregnancy is preparing me for the few hours of broken sleep that I'm going to get. But I can't wait to see her! What will she look like? Who will she be? I imagine her with curly hair. Either way, I know she'll have a lot of hair because I have the heartburn day and night to prove it. And dimples! She has to have the Maxwell dimples. I just love them.

The girls are pretty excited too. They argue daily over who will hold her first when they meet her. I'm anxious to see Mallory's reaction. She's definitely battling her own baby blues. She desperately wants to be a baby again - my baby. She's been crying, talking and crawling like a baby for months. Some days she says she never wants to see Rosalie and other days, like at my doctor's appointment yesterday, she's asking to take the baby out right now. I'll leave you with a sweet picture of Mallory and her "baby Rosalie" sleeping in bed together. She confiscated Rosalie's onsie that says, "I'm the little sister" and has her doll wearing it. Sweet, huh? You'd never know by looking at the picture, that only hours earlier, she told me she'd like to put Rosalie in the trash. We may have our work cut out for us more than we know!