Last week we headed south to Palm Springs for Spring Break. Nothing like 7 hours each way with two kids. But it was worth it. Lucy wasn't quite into the Botanical Cactus gardens, but Reese loved them! We all loved the 85 degree weather and the pool. And gotta love the "free" hotel nights thanks to our timeshare points.

I'll be 15 weeks this weekend. I think I'm starting to feel better but it's hard to tell because I never really felt that bad to begin with. Still just gross here and there after I eat. Not really tired either. Except for the 7 pounds the doctor told me about and hearing the heartbeat a few days ago, I hardly feel pregnant. Just like with the girls! My skin is good, my stomach is growing by the second, and I have trouble sleeping some. I keep saying that now that I'm out of my first trimester I need to get back to yoga and walking but it's easier to just sit here. I'm looking forward to it warming up for real so I can wear cute comfy summer clothes. I had all these plans to make this third and final perfect- always feel cute, exercise, take more pictures of my belly.

It's going too fast already. I'm sure by summer I'll be wishing it to go faster but right now I'm sad this is the last time. Four is out of the question- it's too much for anyone to have your family over for dinner, no one wants to watch them for a few days while you go away, it's gets totally ridiculous to fly anywhere for vacation, not to mention braces, college, and get real with us it would be weddings for 4 girls. So three it is. Boo hoo.