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9 Weeks

So, not much to update. Feeling tired still but cutting out caffeine and going to bed at 9:30 every night has helped. Well, helped with the exhaustion but I get nothing done around the house or work at night. I've lost a couple pounds despite the non-exercise schedule and eating gobs and gobs. I guess breastfeeding and growing a human take a lot of extra calories.
I'm going to tell my boss next week. Only 2 of my coworkers know and for some reason I'm dreading telling everyone. Probably because it's not good timing at work to go on maternity leave a year after you start. Plus my boss has been super stressed and I hate to add to that. But we have a team lunch next week and that feels like as good a time as any instead of awkwardly blurting it out in the small confines of his office, just the two of us. Wish me luck with all that.
We are trying to figure out things financially on our end to get us through the end of Jason's doctorate program next year. Looks like we may be moving in the next couple months and boys will be starting new daycares. Poor Beckett, this will be his 3rd place although Brazos did go through 4 or 5 by his first birthday so I suppose Beckett isn't doing too bad.  Praying we make the right decision in whether to move and all that or if another solution is better for our family. With so many things up in the air on where we will be in a year, makes the decision even harder. I wish I had a crystal ball to see what's going to happen so I can plan things better today.
We've officially decided on a boy and a girl name for baby #3. We will play a little trivia game when we find out the gender to reveal the name we've picked. Another little fun thing to do during this pregnancy...this was Daddy's idea. He likes to keep the name a secret.
That's all for now. Still have updates coming for little Beckett and crazy Brazos and all our family goings on.



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