I have a list of blog topics I'm needing to do, but we'll just take it one and time. I think I'll put off the Europe one for a while because that's too overwhelming right now.
Most exciting news of late: Baby Herway Numero Tres is on his/her way! We are all very excited, but I think Taft might be the most excited of all. He tells people everywhere we go that his mom has a baby in her tummy. Taft knew something was up before we told him I was pregnant. On our the flight to Brussels he drew this picture on the iPad, at this time I was only 6-7 weeks pregnant:

I saw it and asked, "Is that a clown?" I didn't really notice the details of the drawing. He said, "No, it's a picture of you with a baby in your tummy." I got feeling really, really sick around the 3rd week of our time in Belgium. I was missing out on a ton of stuff, we skipped our trip to Switzerland, I slept for 15 hours straight one day/night, Seth and Anita did EVERYTHING for our kids from the time they woke up til the time they went to bed, and I was completely useless. Taft started catching on and asked why I was missing everything. I told him my tummy had been hurting a lot. He responded with a smile and asked hopefully, "Is it because there is a baby in there?" He knew nothing about morning sickness or that mom's feel sick when they are pregnant. Seth and I looked at each other and Seth said, "Well, would you think that was cool?" Then I told him there was indeed a baby in my tummy. He responded with a slap to his forehead and said, "Are you kidding me?!" He's been pretty pumped ever since.
Taft has been concerned about the baby's well being since we told him. Some of his questions/statements have been:
"Will the baby be warm in the winter?" (Inside my belly)
"Will the baby be warm on our bike ride?"
"When the baby comes I will give her a pink gun or a pink car."
"How will the baby get home from the hospital?"
"Who will watch us when you go to the hospital?"
"Don't worry Mom, I'll hold your hand when you go to the hospital. Just don't squeeze too tight."
"What if the baby can't walk? I guess we can just carry her." (He's pretty certain the baby is a girl)
The boys came to my first appointment. I thought we'd just hear the heartbeat, but the appointment was a tad more invasive than I was expecting. It took some strategic placement of the boys to avoid traumatizing them for life, but it was really cool to get to see images of the baby already. Taft thought it was especially cool.
Thankfully, I am starting to feel better and have a desire to cook again. It was pretty rough for a while. Seth had frozen pot stickers for dinner more times in a row than I'd like to admit. Although it was a major bummer to be so sick during our trip to Belgium, it was a blessing to have Seth around during the worst of it. Anita and Tom too! I really don't know what I would have done if we had been at home and Seth was back at work. I probably would have seriously considered flying my mom or a sister out to help me. It was awful.
We find out whether we have a baby brother or sister the day before Thanksgiving. Can't wait!