I started writing this post about all the things I'm hating about being pregnant and felt kind of bad. It's a good thing for the delete key. Instead, I'll write the briefest summary of what's been going on.
Joe is working and going to school. I think his schedule finally caught up with him and he's getting sick. I don't think the single digit temperature outside helps anything either. He usually works Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 11am-9pm. He also is going to school Monday-Friday. His Tuesday and Thursday days start at 6:30a.m. and don't end until after 9 p.m. I feel bad for him, but I'm still sick and need his help at home. We just started going to a new ward and I think he's praying not to get a calling!
I am sick. I am tired. I gag/dry heave with anything tight, so I spend most days in workout pants or my pjs sans bra! Today neither Corban nor I got out of our pjs and it's almost time for bed again. I'm 14 weeks pregnant and barely starting to show. I look more like I'm overweight than pregnant which is just gross. But I did make dinner tonight so that's a big accomplishment.
Corban has had quite the bought of sickness. He's been getting his molars and with each molar came an ear infection. He's now on the tail end of pink eye. He loves his blankets and wants to go everywhere with all three of them! Our mornings usually consist of me getting us both a bowl of cereal, turning on "Dora" and me going back to bed. He has now learned how to switch off Dora and play Mario Kart. And he's actually quite good.
I couldn't just not leave a picture, so here you go. This is Corban at Christmas time with his great-grandma Beatrice who's turning 100 in February! She was awake but was just looking at us through her fingers (more on her later).
