I finally drug my drowsy butt of the couch for a few hours yesterday afternoon, so Maddie and Lena could play outside.  Why is it Chris built this nice, expensive playhouse, and the girls like to play in the pile of rocks underneath it more than on it?  Maybe next summer it will be more their speed.  A couple of our neighbors and their kids came outside, and we were out for about two and a half hours.  M and L deserved it for all of the laying around I have been doing.  Is it normal to feel so guilty when you are prego for not playing as much with the ones you already have?  Geez.