as much as that sounds like a spam title, it's me. i am seriously hoping one day i will be given back my brain, or what's left of it, along with the ability to string more than 2 thoughts together.

i love to knit. i should be relishing my rest time and knitting. i bought a new book of tiny sweater patterns. i'm mid-project on about 7 things. but have i actually knit anything in the last several weeks? nope. seriously. and i have to block my last finished project because it's for mom, and i will see her soon.

on a more utilitarian note: preggo pops work. love them. also, i'm totally avoiding reality and the "baby's room" will exist someday after peanut is born. he will just have to wait (yes, it's a boy) until it's that time. meaning, for the first couple of months a crib will be in our room. we'll take it from there.

bleh. i am so ADD.

Posted by talkingcrow at 04:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I think playing Queen very loudly in the delivery room is a perfectly GRAND idea.

And for that matter, Mercury as a middle name would be kind of cool.

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did i mention tired? all the time. b. is a gem, and gets me through the day by dealing with pretty much everything. if i had bonbons i could probably have a nice nosh. if i could stay awake that long. it's pretty weird that i'm awak now. must sleep.

we've started looking around. jeebus hooey. there's a whole lot of marketing to first time parents. apparently we're all suckers. more on that later.

i'm getting wiggly. which means i'm deeply uncomfortable in all positions. time for sleep. i'll be all poetic and dreamy about pregancy in the next post or something.

oh, and about timing and stuff, i figured this all out AFTER my first trimester. yeah, super smart I am. and oddly enough mom didn't take the bait when i said i wanted to get married as late as possible in the pregnancy so I could fully be a pregnant bride. she just laughed. which means the news had still scrambled her brain. then again she also said "I know you've always wanted a baby". "um, mom, that must have been your invisible daughter". none the less. here we are, and it will be fine.

Posted by talkingcrow at 11:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

This is my morning. Take a shower, start to shave legs, think about probably having to wear a skirt even though it is cold and rainy. Then think "screw it, I must have SOME pants that will work, I will FIND them!" Only finish shaving one leg. Get out of shower, look around, try on jeans, realize the ONLY pants I have that I can possibly wear any time in the next 10 months are the black stretch pants I've been wearing the better part of the week already. End up in capris with one shaved leg.

Nice.

I can get INTO my jeans. I just can't sit down in any of them. and so it begins.

yeah - remember all the sickness this summer? I finally figured it out (the doctors didn't). let's see if you can guess.

- sick/nausea non-stop. for months.
- exhausted, like really exhausted (note post below where bloodwork was fine)
- getting up to pee in the middle of the night, i've never had to do that before.
- (not mentioned to doc, cause I didn't think about it: sore boobs)
- things sort of smell funny.

any takers?

{please note: if you are normally in contact with us, and this is the first you've heard of it, we've probably been trying to reach you. also note: my dear Mr. Man isn't so good with phone calls. Andrew and Jess we love you.}

Posted by talkingcrow at 11:46 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)