Huh?

You say I'm supposed to POST on this thing????
That's hilarious!

Some day, when the dishes are done, the laundry is folded and the guys are fed to full I will perhaps have the time to sit down and post a really good entry here. That is my goal that will probably be accomplished on the twelfth of NEVER.

All is as usual in my world. Busy and active and noisy and hectic and wonderful all at the same time. I'm feeling a teensy bit better today than normal, and I'm hoping that maybe this might be the start to the end of all of the nausea??? Please?? And the exhaustion?? Maybe?? I guess I'll find out soon enough.
I'm 13weeks as of tomorrow and so far I have gained a total of 1 pound. Woo hoo!
Why then, I wonder, have my thighs and shins developed a serious case of hail damage? I'm drinking tons of water and stuff... but the dimples seem to be multiplying at an alarming rate. Especially on my upper thighs. UCK. 'Tis EW.
Makes the nausea return just thinking about it.
Ace and I are pretty excited, as our stupid stimulus payment arrived recently and we are FINALLY able to pay some bills ahead and get some of the things we need. He's been spending most of this week off of work completing a pretty hefty "Honey DO" list I left on the fridge for him on Sunday. Funny thing is, he got almost all of it done on the first day! Even funnier though? He totally paid people to come do it for him. We had a large old apple tree in the back yard that had
cracked in half and he was supposed to get rid of the rest of it because I was worried about any of the larger limbs falling, possibly on any of the children while they played out there. So, at about 12:30 central time (NAP TIME in my little world) I heard the sounds of growling chainsaws just outside our back door. Exactly 10 feet from where my toddlers were napping.
Needless to say, my husband came in with his tail between his legs and widened his eyes apologetically as I gestured wildly and gave him "I will kill you if they wake up from this" glares. None of them ended up being disturbed, thankfully, and I watched in amazement as the tree disappeared in a matter of 90 minutes. Sweet!
He also managed to both pay someone to fix the garage door and force himself to organize his disastrous tool bench mess. All in one day!


***Oh, I know this is off-topic, but by any chance does anyone out there know what to do when your 2 1/2 year old decides to wake up at 3am
every morning for a week straight?!?! If anyone out there has any ideas I sure would appreciate hearing them. We've tried putting him to bed earlier, later, shortening his nap, checking the temp of his room etc.... I AM EXHAUSTED. It is not working. Killmenow. kthxbye.