After spending an evening with my poor friend Maggie (almost 38 weeks with a little boy), I decided that I would try to save myself the torture of repeated "Have you had it, yet?" phone calls and start a blog, instead. That way, if you're really interested in whether or not LTN4 (Little Tierney Number 4) is giving me fits, you don't have to call. You can just check the blog.

As of yesterday, LTN4 and I are officially in the third trimester. We're both very excited, to be sure. LTN4 let me know just how excited last night when he/she kept me up until midnight celebrating the joy of third-trimesterness. Of course, the kid might just have been angry that I fell last night. Personally, I was happy that I caught myself with my hands and knees (mostly my left knee, which is good, since my right knee is already screwed up) and did not, in any way, shape or form, touch my belly to the ground or other stationary object. That would have seriously sucked.

The other kids are taking to the growing presence in my stomach very nicely. They all talk about how much they love the baby, and Patrick's favorite thing to do is say "I love you Baby!" and then ask me if the baby is dancing in my belly. What a sweet little boy.

Okay, I am off to pick up after lunch. We go visit the doctor this afternoon, so I'll have him take a look and make sure that the fall didn't damage anyone.