Crazy Life of a Logger's Wife

I know that the key to a successful blog is pictures, but I am being lazy and don't want to walk back downstairs to find my camera and upload, so today you will have to bear with simply my thoughts on life, without pictures to prove anything.

I just took Cameron to preschool wearing dirty too big jeans, a stained Adidas sweatshirt, and a ballcap. No makeup. Bad hair. Trying not to throw up while I drove. This morning sickness thing is kicking my ass. I swore I would never be "that mom". You know, the one who takes the kids to school in pajama pants and then proceeds to the grocery store in the same condition. But these days, I am finding it harder and harder to get myself together before say, noon? I can't believe how sick I am! I can't believe I didn't realize how sick I was going to be. Oh well, it's a little late now.

I went to the doctor yesterday for my first appointment. Everything looks good. Baby is 9 weeks and ultrasound shows everything to be right on track. He/she's cute already, but I may be predjudice. Matt said I was full of it, that he/she looks just like an alien. A mother's love....nothing like it.

I can thank the sunshine that it is now 3:00 pm and I finally got a burst of energy. Decided to scour the tubs and clean toilets. If I'm going to be a-pukin' might as well not be staring at mystery items while doing it. I've got a roast in the crock pot so hopefully dinner will be a breeze tonight. I'm having some major aversions to ground beef or anything raw and red for that matter. I just gag and gag while I try to cook it. Once again, happened the last two times, but I for some reason thought this time would be different.

Cameron knows we are having a baby. She put her hand on my stomach and asked how big it was. I told her about the size of a bug. She wanted to know how it comes out of there. Of course she does. I told her it comes out at the hospital. She wanted to know, "not where, mommy....HOW?????". I told her I thought I heard Tucker calling me, and I'd tell her later. So far, she hasn't remembered. But she will. yes, she will. And "it just comes out of mommy's tummy" isn't going to work for this kid. She'll probably have me blushing.

I'm going to work on my scraproom now. Still cleaning up dust and shavings, but slowly moving things into place. It's looking wonderful! Will post pics soon!