Besides having a busy summer with three big trips and three big kids home all day (or in other words, utter chaos), here is what I have been doing:
trying to will myself not to throw up (it’s working, except that one night)
trying to figure out how to get a nap in, amongst the four demanding children
trying to decide what to eat next (usually doing this in the middle of what I’m eating currently)
Yes, I’m pregnant again. If anyone’s counting, this is the fourth out of the past five summers that I’ve done this — yes Dad, I know how it happens. Also, if you’re counting, this is my tenth pregnancy, and I have committed to my husband that rain or shine, it will be the last.
I am 13 weeks along, and if you think about it, please say a little prayer for me. Based on my previous history, the next four weeks are the critical part. They are watching me pretty closely and doing several not-so-fun interventions (two of which involve needles) to try to up my chances for success. And so far, everything looks good.
So that’s why I don’t feel like blogging.
As requested, my one summer accomplishment (or two, I guess):