Very Overdue Update

Yes, I know... I suck at updating these days.

But I was right! We are having a BOY!

It was really the midwife who put the idea into my head when she told me that a significant difference in morning sickness usually meant a baby of the opposite sex, so I do have to give credit to her for planting the idea. But I was RIGHT.

Now let's just hope he makes his big debut just a smidge early rather than five days late like his big sister.

Some Exciting News

Hi, I'm pregnant.

I'm very sorry but I forgot to tell you. I was going to but figured it would be best to wait until I had at least told my family, then....I forgot. Let's just call it pregnancy brain.

Anyhow I'm going into my 19th week and will be (hopefully) finding out if the little kicker inside me is a boy or girl on Thursday. Just between you and me...well, me and the whole internet...I actually think it's a

Ha! Did you actually think I'd tell you? I'm too mean for that. Or I'm just afraid that you'll mock me endlessly if I guess wrong.

Anyone still here?

Well, I'll admit that I don't post nearly as often as I used to, but WOW. That was horrible post to leave you all with. I think I scared away everyone except my father-in-law and eldest sister.

I am so glad to finally be done with that cold. I think I might be scarred for life. Well...maybe just until my faulty memory kicks in.

Wait, what was I just talking about?

Oh, well... time for bed anyway.

Warning: a whole lotta griping ahead

You know that place?

That place where you cry.
That place where you cry even knowing it will only make the pain worse.
That place where even a white mocha peppermint latte can't help you feel better?
I'm in that place.

That place where your throat feels like it's being scraped by sandpaper with every excruciating cough.
That place where you head feels like it is being filled with concrete though your ears.
I hate that place.

I am stuck in the middle of that place. I've been stuck here for three miserable days and it has only gotten worse.

But you know what makes it better? I have no sick time left at work. I will next week. Next week I'll have plenty of sick time. This week? Nope.

Okay, maybe that question was a bit sarcastic, but can you blame me? I think I just coughed up a lung. I gotta do something...even it it's just griping about my pain to my unsuspecting readers. All four of you. (and that's counting my mother and eldest sister.)

Hey, at least I warned you first.

Now excuse me while I go cough up my other lung.

Ode to a Latte

Heat that warms my tummy,
Sweet mint that tickles my tongue,
and the blessed caffine that drives the sleepies away.

Without you I would soon be found amidst a pool of drool on my desk.