The boys know there is a new baby on the way.  They are extremely sweet with giving hugs, asking how the baby is doing, being sweet to one another, and so much more.  It's very endearing and I love to watch it.  It's always so hard to think that my heart can squeeze in one more person to love.  But I guess that's the same as when I was expecting the second when my heart was overflowing with love for my first.  LOL  And there's always room for one more, more love for one more.  I'm getting more and more excited.  Possibly because I'm looking more and more...well, pregnant.  LOL  It seemed unrealistic for a bit of time.  Now, I can't really deny the bulge. 

I have moments of panic.  Wondering what I will do with three.  How will I handle three...and work full-time..and run a household and do all that I do...without losing my mind.  I know it somehow all works out.  But I still wonder.  How will I do it all?  I know I have a supermom complex, but I accepted many things, out of necessity, when I got sick and went through treatment.  Those things I worked on after treatment, to move beyond my sickness.  But with three...well, the curious thought would be that I would do what it is that other moms do and that is try to be supermom.  Right?  Wow.  Three.  My favorite number.  Go figure.