On the 'deuff side, my brother Michael had Katherine last October (after 3 boys), my brother Peter's had Daniel born just last week, and my sister Emily's baby is due also in July (surprise gender).
On the Richards side, she has Harvey and Millicent born last fall, seen here in this picture JB took at Benjamin's baptism in January.
And coming up is Bart and Collette's baby boy next month. Collette and I were teased about also taking a picture together at the baptism, but she had a nice baby bump, and all I had at that time to show for my pregnancy was extreme nausea, tons of extra spit and a larger chest.
All these cousins on both sides will all be the same school year. Remember, the last batch of 4 Richards cousins are also all in the same year:
Pregnancy 2nd trimester update: heartburn mostly at bay for now, energy is what is to be expected for a mid-upper 30s woman pregnant with #5 (FIVE!) who works at 4 AM. And still so.much.spit. I can fill a cup in an hour.
My first two pregnancies had no spit; the third and fourth, I slept on a towel over my pillow for all the drool. Now I just cuddle a towel to my mouth like it's my blankie. That way I still have the nice-feeling pillow case against my cheek. But, recently JB confessed that I am now snoring. Open-mouth + stuffy nose = sawing logs. Yikes!
The only time I feel normal from all this spit is when I'm eating, so, hello weight gain. My boys are used to my baseball-player-spitting antics, but they remind me to chew gum if we are in public. I think I embarrass them. I fight against being depressed by this spituation -- it really helps me to keep planning and making girly things, and to feel such lovely kicks and movement inside.