Happiest of birthdays to both Alissa and Lisa! I hope that you end the day feeling loved, appreciated, and at peace!
Love the new signature pics! It is great to see the kiddos "grow"! I'm always shocked though to see new pics of other people's kids that you don't see all the time. They seem to age overnight and grow 10 inches -- kwim? (Granted, I think that about my own from time to time too. You blink and it happens. )
Susan -- I already said this before elsewhere, but HOORAY! Sending sticky vibes, positive thoughts, prayers, crossed fingers, and anything else I can think of! I cannot wait to meet your little gal or guy!
Laurie -- sorry you were having an *off* day. Take time to snuggle and cuddle with the fam and just unwind! You deserve it!
Bonita - cool on the homeschool finds! As for the rabbits for food... not something that I would do on purpose. Years ago my grandmother raised chickens and an aunt had a farm with cattle and hogs. Butchering time was not a pleasant experience. Like Alissa, I definitely prefer the neat packages. I just wish that we could afford to eat more organic.
Stacey - your time with Weston sounds like it was just what you needed to recharge! I'm glad you had a special time!
And Susan, even if you start feeling really good, with few symptoms, try not to stress, hon. I had very few symptoms with either of my kiddies. No sore boobs or nausea at all. A bit of fatigue, but really that was it. Lots of people think that you have to have all these crazy hardcore symptoms for that bean to stick, but it's not always true.
I didn't have any real symptoms for a long, long time.
Yeah. Other than the bfp's I just didn't believe I was actually preggers until I had ultrasounds. I was like "Oh, there's a little alien in there."
On an unrelated-to-pregnancy note...
I made zucchini chocolate muffins last night and they are delicious but they all caved in. (The recipe doesn't have enough flour in it, I've since determined.)
This morning as I packed one of the muffins into 9-year-old Nathaniel’s lunch, I apologized as I told him that all the muffins had caved in after baking.
“Cool,” he said. “Can I see?”
I showed him.
“Crater muffins!” he exclaimed with joy. “Chocolate from the moon!”
I love that boy of mine.