I feel like I should apologize…

I’m sorry I skipped your Christmas party.

I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.

I’m sorry I skipped your open-house and left your New Year’s party before it was dark out.

Sorry that when you come to our door, you have to navigate a pathway through all of Parker’s earthly belongings because I don’t have the energy to: 1. pick them up or 2. keep Parker from throwing them down the stairs in the first place.

I’m sorry we’ve had to re-schedule your birthday dinner…twice.

Sorry I haven’t cleaned the house since Thanksgiving.

Or cooked anything since, well, Thanksgiving.

I’m sorry I was a total Grinch the entire month of December.
I'm sorry we didn't do a SINGLE thing on Parker's advent calendar.

I’m sorry I called you in a panic to watch Parker (right now!) for a last-minute Dr’s appt with no explanation until now.

If I didn’t seem very excited about your cute-kid story, I apologize.

If I left the dinner table mid-meal and in the middle of a conversation, my apologies.

I apologize that your kid’s Christmas present is still half-finished, but if it makes you feel better, Parker’s aren’t even started.

I’m sorry we had a snow week last week and I couldn’t drink cocoa by the fire since I have an aversion to milk and hot liquids.

I’m sorry I’ve been a truly lousy Mama and we’ve barely made it out of the house for weeks.

I can’t even remember the last time I went to the grocery store…sorry.

Really, I'm just generally sorry... 

BUT, I have a good excuse:

This little monster has been making it’s Mama pretty darn miserable.  But now I’m 12-weeks along, and every day brings a new hope for the start of that miraculous 2^nd trimester (it hasn’t happened yet, but they promise it will…eventually).  Today, I got to see the baby wiggling, hiccuping, waving it's hands, and generally moving the opposite direction of where the Ultrasound Technician would have liked.

So, the details: According to today's ultrasound Baby Kruger #2 is due August 5^th.  According to the ultrasound three weeks ago, it's due the 6th, we're going with that date.  That would be 3 weeks before Parker’s 2^nd birthday.  But, assuming this baby is as eager as it’s older brother to be born, I’m expecting their birthdays to be more like 1-2 weeks apart.  You know what this means…joint pool parties for every birthday!  Seriously, couldn’t have planned it better.  Although it does also mean that Parker’s 2^nd birthday party will probably be quite a bit more mellow than his first, we’ll make up for it next year.

We’re really hoping for a girl this time, but a boy would be totally awesome as well since, well, Parker’s pretty darn awesome, and we’d save a lot more money on clothes and other girly-stuff.  As I told Keith, I'm hoping for a girl, but if it's a boy I will be much, much less disappointed than I was the first time (and a little relieved).  But we'll have to wait & see.

We're both really excited for this new little addition, but we'll be even more excited in a few weeks when I start to feel better.  Parker, however, has no idea what he's in for.