I’m eating little mini Oreos this morning because Sputnik apparently likes them. I usually don’t, or I at least scrape out the cream filling for disposal. If I gain 80 pounds, it’s all Sputnik’s fault. I had a quick little checkup yesterday and everything’s peachy. Slowly but surely I think the nausea horribilus is ebbing […]
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and I thought the taco made me feel queasy
Hey . . . meet Sputnik! This is actually from a couple of weeks ago. Been a while since I’ve mentioned the new one, huh? I have a very good excuse; even a doctor’s note. Right around the six-week mark, I started feeling sick, sick, SICK. It was horrendous. I never full-on barfed, but I […]
no longer alone with da secret
The Husband arrived home at 1:30 this morning. I was ever so glad to see him! It was another long night, then I ended up waking early again, so I had to rely on the interwebs to amuse me. Lydia eventually got up and her commotion with breakfast and gabbing eventually got The Husband out […]
anticipation
It’s the eve before The Husband gets back from his week-long trip. I am so nervous. This weekend is going to be a fun-filled shebang of birthday celebrations and a zoo visit with my sister and her flock, so I haven’t yet decided if I will let him know before or after. I’m leaning towards […]
october surprise
The Husband is out of town this week, off to a rare conference and filling his head with all sorts of knowledge and awesomeness. Should be a quiet week here at the abode? Sure. Except something just doesn’t feel right . . . So this morning, before Lydia woke up, I conducted a little science […]