I officially have it.
I think my brain fell out of my head sometime this last week, because I got nothin'.
Doesn't particularly help that I have nothing too interesting to write about.
I mean, beyond the "we're pregnant" news, who honestly wants to know the details of a puking pregnant woman's life??
It pretty much goes like this:
I'm tired, I puke, I do the bare minimum to keep my child and husband alive and to get through work, I sometimes struggle to form words correctly while reading books to Kenners, and I snuggle on the couch with Little Miss and watch "How to Train your Dragon" over and over.
(It is such a cute little flick, by the way.)
And that's about it.
Maybe in the days of yore I'd have some interesting or insightful way to portray all of that....but, nada.
So for now I'm just going to twiddle my thumbs in my brainless stupor and enjoy watching Kenners as she continues--for the third day in a row--to carry around, pat, and kiss the ultrasound picture of the little lima bean wherever she goes.
Let's hope she still displays such loving little gestures 7-8 months from now. :)