I guess I'll make that a mocktini??

Um wow.
That's right. I now talk like a teenager.
But seriously. Wow. My name is Rachel and it's been almost five months since my last confession. I mean blog. I entered the blogging world with such high hopes. But soon found myself sitting in front of the computer, night after night, staring at the screen trying to find something witty to say, only to sigh, tell myself that I would just do it tomorrow, and finally admit defeat and turn the computer off.
Well no more, I say.
My life is about to officially become CA-RAZY. In a random act that can only be described as an april fool's joke gone very, very bad, I took a pregnancy test. For funsies. And because I just KNEW that it would be positive. Even though I was about, oh, 3 minutes late on my period. And I was right.
So where does that leave me? Knocked up with one crazy, rambunctious almost-three-year-old, and a (thankfully) very happy, very chubby one year old. Oh, but did I mention that I am doing it from the beauty that is our Chitown apartment. That's right, we actually made it back to the windy city. And it's everything that I thought it could be. Well, not everything. I had envisioned nights out with the girlies, a cocktail in one hand, my phone in the other as I drunkenly text the Baby Daddy words of encouragment as he attempts to do what I do everynight...handle two kids by myself. So it looks like some dreams will have to be put on hold.
But not all dreams, my friends. Oh no. This being my last go round on the prego train, I have decided to finally BE that pregnant girl I always wanted to be, always thought I would be...you know the one that is always put together. Not the kind that that has to wear a miss-matched outfit because she broke through her drawstring pants a week before her due date (that's right, that is how I rock out pregnant life). I want to actually excersise and do prenatal yoga. (not just check out the book, look it over once, and then proceed to sit my butt on the couch and watch tv). I want beautiful photos taken of me. of the whole fam. And I will not think about how expensive they are. Oh, and I want an all-round awesome pregnancy. The kind where I only gain wieght in my belly, I never have morning sickness, and people tell me my skin looks glowing.
So you hear that, bloggers? Those, in a nutshell, are my goals for the next eight or so months.