Before I begin, last night Todd told me very smugly that I had made a mistake in my previous post. Joshua was not Jengo Fett for Halloween, he was Commander Cody. The fact that Todd knew this just goes to prove that he is a big geek and I am not.
And now for the insidious forces: I have been sick. Really, hideously, horribly sick. There were a few weeks where I was unable to brush my teeth and would go to bed at night with vomit in my hair. (I smelled so pur-dy!) At one point, my left arm was bruised from the back of my hand to my elbow from unsuccessful attempts to draw blood for testing. Apparently when you are extremely dehydrated all of your veins shrivel up and your blood turns to sand. It’s a fascinating process.
Upon consulting with medical professionals, it was determined that I had contracted a parasitic infection which should resolve itself toward the end of April.
Yep, I’m expecting baby #6.
I know. I’m as shocked as you are.
Here’s the good news:
1. I finally found a way to get rid of that stubborn baby weight. Going into my 18th week of pregnancy, I weighed less than I did before this whole thing started.
2. At long last, I have learned to employ the fine art of saying “No.” My typically bursting-at-the-seams calendar has become a vast, empty wasteland.
3. The baby is doing GREAT!