Oops I did it again

So for those who haven't spoken to my overly enthusiastic husband in the last 13 weeks or seen the announcement, this lady is having another baby.
Yep you know what that means, new blog name, more to add to my tattoo and my baby has been kicked from baby status to big brother.
I never expected to be the mother of five kids before I was thirty, actually I never expected to be the mother of five at all. It was not a planned baby, it was a whoopsie daisy, faulty PPE. I did feel like a teenager out of a bad midday movie telling my doctor the condom broke and I'm late.
Now that we've had a few weeks to get used to the idea Michael has decided if we can do five we may as well do six. The man is baby obsessed. I personally would like my body to resemble a 30 year old rather than the old lady who lived in a shoe.
I'm still trying to figure out how we will handle the logistics of five kids, school, Kindy, daycare, sports, homework, bath time. It all sounds to hard right now but I'm on the roller coaster and there's no exit for the next 18 years or so and I'm sure there will many a blog post about getting it wrong as much as getting it right...

 I'm ready for the journey, will you come along with me?