Wahoo! Here comes # 2!

On Father's Day, Jim was giving a talk in church and spilled the beans about another Schaffer joining our ranks in January. We have slowly let the word trickle out since then. Jim briefly also mentioned it in his post below. However, I am 13 weeks along and have something the length of a kiwi in my belly so I suppose it is time to make an official announcement.
These are the ultrasound photos I got yesterday at the doctor's office (see our traumatic story about the doctor's office visit below). Above is a profile shot of our second big-brained child. Below is a (little bit scary looking) frontal face shot with the little one waving hello.

We are very excited to have our family expand to four in January. Bridger and this little guy/gal will be about 2 years and 2 weeks apart if everything happens "on-time".

Okay, my little adventure story about having Bridger at the doctor's visit yesterday is thus... (if you don't really care, that is fine...just stop reading now.) We amazingly enough arrived EARLY (by about 15 minutes) for the ultrasound appointment (instead of rushing in 2 minutes before in a mad dash, leaving behind extra essentials like diapers and snacks - which is the usual scenario)and they were not quite ready for us, so as we waited to be called back we were feeling pretty good about ourselves. Bridger was in a great mood and being really friendly with everyone. Then about 5 minutes after our appointment was supposed to start, the power in the building went out! It stayed out for 45 minutes, there was an old lady stuck in the elevator, I had about 2 liters of water in bladder in preparation for the ultrasound, the doctor's office as a whole got extremely backed up, but still Bridger was happy as a clam and was hanging out with the other children stranded in the waiting room. Yadda yadda yadda, 2 hours after we arrive, we finally get in to see the doctor - Bridger is still pretty good natured, but we are on our last Graham Cracker (we had a whole pack at the start of this adventure). Two and a half hours after we arrive we finally get in to get these precious ultrasound photos. By this time, Bridger was done. I had to strap him down in the stroller, was out of snacks, could not move, and he screamed and cried big crocodile tears the whole time they were doing the ultrasound measurements. Sigh, and I still had lab work to do after the ultrasound. By the time we left, we knew all the front desk ladies on a very new level, got a few pieces of chocolate for our troubles, and all in all survived the 3 hour trip to the doctor's office. Needless to say, we Bridger and I both had a very good nap that afternoon.