Here I am once again, staring at the old bloggy screen, and wondering what the hell to say. There really isn't a whole lot to say, but something needs to be said. I am alive, I am well, and I am pregnant. Yes, that's right. Another bun in the oven. Knocked up. However you'd like to say it.
It's a boy.
Another rotten boy with smelly feet and a loud mouth.