When the baby is screaming and the toddler is shaving the cat: Wine Please
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Oh yeah, I was pregnant. Correction. I still am. And largely so, it seems. According to Baby Center, I’m 18 weeks. I tend to lose track until I get that weekly update from them telling me what food item my baby now compares to: “your baby is now the size of a blueberry!”, “your baby is now the size of an apple!”,…
Continue reading : So Where Was I?While this pregnancy has, in a way, been considerably easier than my last two, I’ve definitely had a much longer bout of morning sickness. It started sooner (right about 6 weeks), and even did a fancy time-shift going from wake-up to 3pm nausea to 4pm-10pm nausea. This has made cooking dinner very challenging as…
Continue reading : Fire-Puking DragonI blame my two older children. And I blame any of you who’ve had more than two kids for not telling me how after each meal I’d look like a snake that just ate a goat. Okay, maybe I should blame my lack of stick-to-it-ness on the ol’ sit-ups and crunches, but I still put most of the blame on those two behemoths I gave…
Continue reading : No, Seriously, I’m Only Nine Weeksjust in case you needed a list… So, I’ve been off the radar a bit, as we’ve had a lot going on around…most of which happens on a constant basis, but it’s the fun, tiny details which make it that much harder at times, right? As usual, Justin’s been out of town…that so-call four-week project has progressed into…
Continue reading : Things That Freak Me OutHoly crap! Is it Wednesday already? Sheesh! I have completely lost track of time since about Thursday of last week. When Justin, who had been promised by his boss, and who then promised me that his traveling would be next to nothing and that he’d be home a lot more…like maybe three weeks home instead of three weeks…
Continue reading : A Feeling of General Malaise
