I hate to speek too soon, but it would appear that I have some morning sickness. :sick Why am I so woefully unprepared for this? I feel like I should have something to drink or maybe but I’m not sure what.
I just had a feeling I’d have this this time around. Who’s lucky enough to dodge that bullet twice?
So I’m sitting in the recliner, with my feet up. I’m considering going and laying down. I hope I don’t get sick, at leaset not before I can get K to clean that toilet. The thought of getting sick in there is just too awful to consider. (Of course this doesn’t mean I think *I* should clean it. As if!)
I was working on a bed for a new bedroom set for my site earlier. But I think I’ll have to work on that later. I still have moments where I don’t quite believe all this. How did this happen after THREE years??
