Woke up this morning to my youngest screaming and crying…Alaina came upstairs to let me know that Julianna’s lip is bleeding. Super-fucking-duper. Laina threw a ball at her face and busted her lip open…all before 8 AM. Really? REALLY? Ugh.

All I want is to go back to bed. I woke up feeling queasy and disgusting and I’ve made it through toast, but still feel 85% yuck. My toast was pretty delicious, however, because it had homemade strawberry-raspberry jam on it. Yum! I’m thinking of having more, because it was that yummy. Also, I would super appreciate it if my stomach quit being such a super douche and allowed me to live my life. Right now I’m afraid that doing very much would result in a inglorious upchuck of toast and jam. Which I choose to avoid at all costs, thankyouverymuch.

In other more interesting news, Andrew went back to work this month. Yay! It’s been a little stressful for me, mostly because I miss him, but also because I’m pretty worried he’s not 100% better and being back may land him with an additional back surgery and even more time off. He’s supposed to get moved to another department, where he will be doing less physically intensive work…and man that would be a relief to me. He’s worried it’s going to be too boring and monotonous, but he’s only 25, and his body does not appreciate the intense physical labor (obviously). I just want him to be healthy and happy, and knowing I mostly have no control over that gets to me at times.

Joyous things: my best friend is pregnant! And it’s a little girl! And OMG, it’s so much fun to get to look at baby things and plan a baby shower and watch her belly grow. I love it! I may have a baby obsession…just maybe. She’s almost 17 weeks along. It’s just all so exciting! She’s wanted this for quite some time, and it’s just so gratifying to see the people I love have good things happen to them. Now, if only she can find a house she loves and buy it! I feel for her, having to do the baby thing and the house thing at once. Buying a house was SO stressful for me, I wouldn’t wish that on any pregnant lady.

Off to make myself more toast and lay down while the girls nap. Hopefully to get my stomach to chill out!


This is why I don’t clean. I just cleaned the kitchen, top to bottom, and I am EXHAUSTED and in desperate need of a nap. Or some Ben & Jerry’s. Or a massage. Or all of the above, ooh yeah. Alaina is perched in her highchair, eating “nummy ‘cine” (also known as fettucine alfredo) before noon, so hopefully she’ll take a long, long nap. Then perhaps mommy can charge her batteries a little bit. I’m actually thinking of lying in bed, watching some crappy daytime TV, and then passing out during a commercial. Yes yes, sounds like a plan.

Fetus Update: All of a sudden, she’s getting big in there. I used to be able to sort of ignore the fact that I was pregnant in order to tend to other things, like Alaina or household chores or sitting down comfortably. Now, when I sit, she presses herself into my upper half. As if to say, “Excuse me, mother, get your fat organs offa my house.” Then she’ll kick me in my hips as some sort of attack mode, closely followed by getting a bout of hiccups. Oh, little baby girl. I know you’re not comfortable, and neither am I. If you could just get your big sister to stop making so many messes, I would promise to do nothing but lie down and eat cookies for the next 8 weeks or so. Or maybe even just persuade her to not run so fast and get into absolutely everything. Since I don’t think that’s very likely to happen, we’ll just have to co-habitate as nonviolently as possible. Ergo, I won’t eat pickles, and you won’t kick mommy in her cervix. Deal?