Thank the LORD it's Friday!!

I could not be happier to see this Friday arrive. For one, it's been the week from H*E* double hockey sticks here at work. It's the week after Thanksgiving and the dreaded week before deadline here and every single person in the world who has waited until the last minute to apply here all of a sudden has decided that they need to know what is going on with their applications NOW. Never mind that they were the irresponsible ones who waited until the last minute to apply. No, it's our fault that we're not able to put their applications at the top of the pile because of course their applications are more important than the 4,329,435 others we've received.

I'm also thrilled to see this particular Friday arrive because it is PAYDAY. I'm doing the happy dance right now; and it's a pretty goofy sight to see a 6.5 month pregnant lady do the happy dance.

I changed up my look a little bit for Christmas. What do you think? I was extremely hesitant to do this since I have a custom design from Susie at Bluebird Blogs. But I just couldn't resist dressing up my blog for Christmas. I'll just be holding my breath when I try to re-install my Bluebird design after Christmas is over. Scary stuff. I get itchy feet when it comes to my blog design. I get bored after awhile--even with a fabulous custom design. I've been curing the itch by goofing around with my Mom's template every few months or so since I haven't felt like I can mess around with mine. Half the time I don't even ask her if she wants me to do something, I just do it. I hope she doesn't mind.

A couple of posts ago, I did a quote and asked people to guess if they knew what show the quote came from. I keep forgetting to post the answer. The quote (which is not verbatim) was:

"I'm browned, basted and ready to be carved!!"

A couple of you guessed the show "Friends" which is absolutely.....correct! Anyone who has read my blog for any significant period of time knows what a humongous fan of Friends I am. The episode that I took this quote from was from the 5th season when Chandler and Monica were still dating in secret and were spending some time with Chandler's boss and his wife. They were playing a game of tennis doubles and Monica (being the competitive person she is) was of course beating them at every game. Chandler begged her to back off a little and let his boss and wife win a game. Monica looked at him like he was crazy and said,

"Are you crazy? Look at them. He can barely breathe and
she's popping pills. Those birds are browned, basted, and
ready to be carved."

So, there you have it! :-) Man, I miss that show! I would be a super happy camper if I were to get the entire 10 season boxed DVD set for Christmas or my birthday. (*ahem Mom) That and an electric blanket. I don't ask for a lot.

And now I must whine a little bit. I whine a lot lately; it's my prerogative right now. But today I must whine about the fact that in one week, my parents are going to be jetting off to Hawaii for their 35th wedding anniversary. Not like they deserve it or anything. (tongue in cheek). However, they did this to me ten years ago and their trip falls over my birthday. I know, get over it, Kristen. I'm an adult, I don't need my mommy and daddy around for my birthday. But, come on! Twice in ten years they have done this to me. Good grief. Hope you're guilt ridden all day on the 8th, guys! JUST KIDDING! Have a fabulous time.

We have no major plans this weekend, except I was thinking it would be fun to take the kids driving around to look at Christmas lights. It's one of their favorite things to do at this time of year; a little tradition that I have passed on to my family from my childhood as it was always one of my very favorite things to do as a child. I'm just looking forward to a (hopefully) relaxing weekend. We'll see.

Have a wonderful Friday and an even more wonderful weekend!!

Wednesday Randomness

My Babies Are PO'd At Me!!

Thanksgiving was nice. We, as usual had two dinners. One around mid-day at my parent's house with all of my side of the family, then one hosted at my house with Mike's side of the family. MIL handled pretty much everything; I made the green-bean casserole (GO ME!!) but MIL did everything else. I think we had more food for the eight of us then there was for 19 at my parent's dinner. Can you say leftovers?! My fridge (which was pretty barren prior to that day) was stuffed to the gills by Thursday night. The remainder of the weekend was spent figuring how many ways you can possibly eat turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, rolls, twenty-five different types of salad, jellos and pies. By Sunday night we had dumped all of it in a huge pan together (pies, jello and salad included---um, just kidding) and cooked it all together. It was sort of shepherd pie-ish. Not too bad. At least it didn't look too bad. I wouldn't know because I didn't eat any of it. In fact, beyond Thursday and up until this very moment, I have eaten very little. Which is part of the reason my babies are PO'd at me. The other reason is because of the pure ruckus my body has caused in my stomach for the past four days or so.

Care Bear and I both came down with a hellish case of the flu on Friday. She woke up with it; it hit me sometime mid-day; shortly after I had indulged in two pieces of apple pie. MIL I still think is convinced it's because I ate two pieces of pie. I keep trying to tell her that I highly doubt that two pieces of pie could cause four days of vomiting and other stomach ailments which I will not discuss. Nor would my eating two pieces of pie cause my sweet little girl to have pretty much the same issues as me. I don't think over-indulging in pie is contagious.

So, the poor little squirts have not only had to endure earthquakes, tornadoes and hurricanes in their safe little haven, they have also had to endure being mal-nourished for over half a week. They are maaaaaaaddd! They are proving this to me by kicking, punching and stabbing every spare nook and cranny they can find. I can hardly blame them. This is reminiscient of the week prior to my giving birth to Care Bear when I was sick for an entire week with the stomach flu. She got so sick of it that she said, "Forget this!" and decided to come three weeks early. Recalling this, I panicked a little concerned due to the fact that if these babies got so sick of being in the chaos that is my body right now, they would try to come two and a half months early, which of course is in no way acceptable. So I called my doctor's office. When they panicked, I panicked more. They made me come in right then and even made me call inside the office when I was in the parking lot so that they could come out and sterlize me before I came in (read: sport an oh-so-cool surgical mask and slather myself with sterizing hand wash). I felt like a leper. They strapped a fetal monitor on to me to do a non-stress test, took a urine sample to make sure I don't have a bladder infection (which I think I do--those results still pending), and informed that I was probably going to be sent over to the hospital for the rest of the day to get hooked up to an IV to get rehydrated. SCORE!

Luckily, babies showed no signs of stress, heart-rates were good and instead of sending me to the hospital, they sent me on my way with instructions to drink plenty of Gatorade.

I'm on the mend. I was able to eat a cheese sandwich last night. Or rather, half of a cheese sandwich. I'm able to consume liquids again, which is also good. Care Bear as well has recovered for the most part and has been able to go to school this week. Now, if we can just get through the rest of this month with no illness, it will be the best Christmas present I could get--well, that and a new mini-van for my own personal daycare.

Baby Name Update

We thought we had names picked out. They were going to be Samantha Hope and Victoria Faith. And then the girls got involved. The big girls that is. They have very strong ideas as to what they want to name the babies. Feisty is bound and determined to name one of the babies Emma. She has not wavered from this point. I'm considering it. It's a real name (albeit quite over used right now) and it's cute. Care Bear has come up with quite an assortment of interesting names. One of her more viable options is Sierra (a friend's name at school) and her most recent choice: Janessa (also a friend from school). These are more acceptable to me than her previous suggestions such as: Olive (there is a specific reason I will not choose this name) and Guitarra (a completely made up, fabricrated name).

So, the whole baby name thing is still up in the air. I have all the suggestions everyone has given me written in a handy-dandy notebook which I refer to quite often. I love all of the suggestions. Keep them coming. It could be months still before the squirts have names. They could quite possibly go to Kindergarten without names. I think Little Squirt and Big Squirt are perfectly fine names to grow up with, don't you?!?!

Occupational Stuff

My husband is, as we speak, 3 miles west of me and about 3 hours into his new job joining the ranks of the rest of us esteemed employees of this higher education establishment. I am t-minus 22 minutes away from a meeting with my supervisors to discuss returning to part-time. Pray for us both. If you are a prayin' person. Thanks!

The Make Up Artist

And last but not least. Care Bear got a new Bratz doll this week. Don't criticize me on getting my daughter a Bratz doll. Daddy got it for her. In her mind, she's just a pretty doll. That's it. Anyhooooo.....the doll came with a little compact full of sparkly powder with which to adorn the doll's face. Adorning the doll's face, however, was not enough for Care Bear. It was turned into a full scale make-up salon. The evening was spent getting sparkly powder make-overs. Come to think of it, I probably should have double checked faces this morning to make sure any sparkly's were not left over. Oh, well.

The "salon " came complete with flowers for decoration, a keyboard for musical entertainment, a "tip jar" (I was informed right away that I must pay to receive facial treatments), cotton balls and her new winter gloves (lest she get sparkles on her fingers). The facials were done concurrently while watching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. Good times.

And that's it for me! Happy Wednesday.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I'm sitting here at work, looking at the beautiful, wintery scene outside my window. Just in time for the first "winter" holiday; just in time for putting up Christmas decorations; and just in time to host our families 3rd annual "Polar Express" viewing night, we have snow. It could not be more perfect, in my opinion. The only thing that would make it more perfect right now, for me, would to be snuggling at home with the rest of my family....and the rest of the world for that matter.....on the day before Thanksgiving, instead of here at work talking to people who are obsessing over their applications rather than getting ready for turkey day. Good grief.

My MIL is travelling here from North Dakota today. She is notorious for leaving later than she says she is going to, and getting later than her well-intentioned plan. Since her plan is to leave today, I'm concerned (especially with the weather) that she won't make it until well past turkey time tomorrow. Which is a problem, since she's bringing the turkey and the turkey roaster. And I'm hosting at my house this year. Yikes. We could be looking at the first ever "side dish only" Thanksgiving dinner. Woo-hoo! Luckily, if the worst should happen, I will have already eaten on Thanksgiving dinner at my Mom's house. I have to eat two every year. That's good this year. I do, after all, have two babies to feed. Speaking of which (and speaking of turkeys), this is how I feel right about now:

"I'm browned, basted and ready to be carved!! "

(10 points if you know what TV show that line comes from and extra bonus points if you can name the episode!)

I find it interesting the differing opinions on the current size of my mid-section. Some people look at me and can't resist telling me how huge I am; others look at me and inform me there is no way I could be carrying twins. To these folks I would like to say, "Well, then live in my shoes for day; once your 24 hours is up, tell me how much rest you got with two very active little girls in your belly kicking you non-stop and squeezing out your bladder every 20 minutes."

I will say that with this pregnancy it is all belly. With the other two I gained in my face, butt and everywhere else. Not this time. I truly look like I just took a basketball and strapped it onto my front. It's a very interesting look. Take a gander for yourself:

Kristen at 26 weeks

So, my guess is that the majority of you are going to comment and agree with the ones who say that there's no way I'm carrying twins. Let me say, however, that I still have 3 months left of this pregnancy. And then, let me tell you how big I did not get with either of my other two pregnancies. Here's some proof:

This is me at my baby shower for Care Bear. A mere two weeks before I gave birth. Note the face; the rear end, and the non-basket-ball appearance of my belly in this picture. And then note that indeed, I am larger in the belly area this time with three months to go.

And this is me nearing the end of my pregnancy with Feisty. (Not exactly sure on the timing). Same thing with the rear and the face. And the non-hugeness.

So, this is just me defending myself and my tendency to not be massively huge in my pregnancies. Not sure why I feel the need to defend myself, except to say that it drives me crazy when people have to continually give me their "expert" opinions on how large I should be at this point in my pregnancy. Everyone has to have their say.

I feel huge and I have quite a ways to go. Heartburn is setting in; Mylanta is a mainstay. Leg pain continues and life continues to move on at a way too rapid pace for me; especially considering how not ready I am yet for these babies to be here!

The dreams continue as well. The one I had last night had me giving birth to the twins. I was lucky enough to not have to have a C-section in the dream and they were born literally 30 seconds apart. One weighed 6 lbs 1 oz and one weighed 5 lbs 6 oz. They released me from the hospital two hours after they were born. I was bummed about that in my dream because I wanted to get some rest. (Not like anyone in a hospital having children ever gets any rest.) It'll be interesting to see how accurate my dream is (about the timing of the births and the birth weights....not the two hour stay. If that happens, they'll have to drag me out of that hospital kicking and screaming!)

I hope everyone's Thanksgiving is happy and wonderful and thankful. If you're travelling, travel safe; if you're cooking, try not to burn the turkey; and if you are lucky and just get to relax and enjoy the whole thing while someone else does all the work, well then.....I hope someone else makes you do the dishes.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

The Depths of Despair

Have you ever read the "Anne of Green Gables" series? If so, you will remember that Anne was a very passionate and emotional young lady. Where a "typical" person might say, "Wow, I'm a little sad today", Anne would moan, "I am in the depths of despair!"

I am most definitely in the depths of despair today.

Every year on January 1, I wonder to myself what the year ahead is going to bring me. And of course, my wish is always that it will be better and smoother than the year that has just passed. If I had known on January 1, 2007 what this year was going to bring me, I may just have crawled into bed, taken a years worth of NyQuil and buried my head for the entire year.

My livelihood and very possibly my likelihood disappeared yesterday in a moment of chaos and arms that were too full.

Feisty and I had stopped by Little Caesar's Pizza yesterday after church to pick up a little something for lunch. I walked out of the restaurant holding two pizzas, a bag of crazy bread and sauce, a two-liter of pop and Feisty's hand. When we got to the car, I set the food and my purse on top of the car to get Feisty in. For some weird, compulsive reason, Feisty decided that she wanted the car seats switched around in the car. I was frustrated a little by this, but knowing my daughter the way I do, I knew that we would not be on our way until this was done. So a little flustered and with the car seat switching done, I grabbed the pizzas, crazy bread and sauce and pop and threw them in the back of the car. And apparently.....left the purse on top of the car. At least that is the only thing I can figure out.

It wasn't until four hours later when I went to fetch my purse and get a few bucks out that I realized that my purse wasn't where it typically is. No biggie. I looked in the various other spots it sometimes gets thrown. I looked in the backyard which is where I went with the pizzas after I got home. Wasn't there. I began to panic and looked in my car to see if was there because maybe I had left it in there while trying to juggle all of that food out of the car. It wasn't in there. I tried to think back to when I was at Little Caesar's and recall if I had it on my shoulder when I left the restaurant and I remembered I did have it then. Then I remembered the car-seat switching debacle....and could not for the life of me recall if I had thrown the purse in the car after I had thrown the pizzas in the car. Usually I can replay moments of my life back in my head pretty well and remember little details about things; with this I could not, which I took as a very bad sign. That and the fact that my 20 lb, very large purse was nowhere to be found.

By this time I was in full panic mode. The kids were at the park with my Dad so Mike and I took off to re-visit the scene of the stupidity hoping by hope that someone had found it in the parking lot or on the street and possibly (improbably) turned it into either the 7-11, the tattoo shop, or the "drug paraphernalia" shop located in the strip mall. Based on the various types of shops in the strip mall, and the neighborhood in which this Little Caesar's is located, I didn't hold out much hope.

All the way there, we kept our eyes peeled on the side of the road for any sign of my purse, or perhaps the contents of the purse. When we got to the strip mall, we split up and went to the different shops, with no luck. The clerk at the 7-11 went so far as to say, "Well, I'd check the other stores down the way, but keep in mind where we are located." Yeah. That right there took away any last shred of hope I had.

We finally went back home, totally defeated and I called the police department in a last ditch attempt to find out if someone had a heart and turned it into them. Again, no such luck. However, they did get all sorts of details from me about the purse, what was in the purse, when I lost the purse, where I lost the purse, phone numbers, address, etc.....

I still don't hold out much hope. I'm sure it's long gone. Along with everything in it:

**My money for the rest of the month (all money)
**Mine and the girls' social security cards
**Health insurance cards
**Car insurance cards
**Vehicle registration
**Drivers license
**The girls' drawings and artwork from Sunday School that day

and on and on and on.

I feel very insecure and very concerned that someone is out there as we speak in the process of stealing mine, or my daughters' identity. And spending the rest of my paycheck.

Isn't it amazing how ones identity can be so wrapped up in a few pieces of paper and plastic? And how when those pieces of paper and plastic go missing, it can throw one into the depths of despair?

I don't know what I'm going to do. Yet another episode in the soap opera that is my life. If I were you, I'd go watch "Days of Our Lives" or "All My Children" instead.

Perils of (this particular) Pregnancy

I believe that there is an unwritten rule out there that very few people are aware of that has become very apparent to me through this latest pregnancy. That rule is that eventually, if you get pregnant enough times and you have been lucky enough in the past to have fairly uneventful, easy pregnancies (and deliveries) that subsequent pregnancies will not follow that same protocol. I am living proof of this rule. So beware....I am warning you now.....if you have had simple, un-problematic, easy pregnancies thus far....and you get pregnant again, it probably won't go that way for you again! Your luck will run out. Sorry to be the bearer of that bad news. But let's examine the proof in my case. With Care Bear and Feisty, my pregnancies, for the most part were easy and simple as were the labors and deliveries. Both girls were born with no complications within six hours of me arriving at the hospital. Following are experiences that I have had with this pregnancy that I did not experience with the other two: (and I have to say that if this were my first pregnancy, it would be my last!)

**Horrific morning all day sickness--While this for the most part has subsided, I still have to be extremely careful about what goes in my mouth and how much goes in my mouth. Otherwise, I will regret it very shortly thereafter.

**A mild scare early on in the pregnancy--heh, heh...mild. Did you catch that sarcasm there? If not, take a cold glass of water and splash it in your face and wake up.

**TWINS. Enough said.

**Leg Pain and Cramps--The leg pain in my upper legs that makes me feel like someone is using me as a wish bone is one thing. I'm actually starting to get used to walking like an invalid. But I haven't quite gotten used to waking up in the middle of the night with my legs straight up in the air and charley horses that make it feel like someone is taking a sledge hammer to my calves. Let me tell ya---those are fun times!!

**Breech babies--Breech babie(s)! Not one breech baby---two breech babies. Both using my uterus and my cervix as a punching bag. And so, since they are both breech, if they don't turn around and do it soon, I will be experiencing......

**A C-Section!--Never had one---don't want one. I am a complete and total weenie when it comes to needles, knives, or anything of the sort coming anywhere near any part of my body. I about passed out during my amniocentesis. Yeah, I know, I know. I'll be numbed, I won't feel a thing if I have to have a c-section. You're missing the point. The point is that I will know and be fully aware of the fact that on the other side of that little curtain separating the upper and lower parts of my body that a knife is cutting into me and two human beings are being pulled out. Whoa. Pardon me for a moment I think all the blood in my body rushed to my head and I need to lay down for a second. UGH.

**Ridiculous and sometimes scary dreams--I've always read and heard about dreams people have during pregnancy, but I never have had this experience....until this pregnancy and only very recently. I could write down the dream I had last night and sell it to Wes Craven. He'd have his next great horror movie.

**A lovely complexion--(insert more sarcasm). The current condition of my skin gives new meaning to the words "pizza face". I'm 32. I'm too old for acne, for crying out loud. I didn't have one single zit in high school. What is this?!?!

There is one thing that I have been lucky enough to avoid in all three pregnancies and that is stretch marks. How I have avoided these is beyond me; I must have elastic in my skin. So I'm thankful for that small little consolation.

And now I sit here at 9:02 in the morning after a horrible night of sleep; stomach issues, fun horror like dreams, etc.....re-reading this post as I feel the two little squirts kicking away in my stomach. And I know that once I hold those two little healthy bundles in my arms that this will all be a distant memory. And it will have all been worth it.

The "Baby Name Game" will continue throughout the remainder of my pregnancy (or until I decide on names, whichever comes first). Click on the button in the sidebar to add any names you think of. This is much harder than I thought!

Random Tidbits

I'll start with some pictures for this random post:

Care Bear's Official Kindergarten Picture

Don't you just want to eat her up?! Mmmwwwaaahhhh!!

Feisty in Grandma's Backyard

I'm not quite full yet so I'll eat her up a little bit, too! She'll be getting some professional pics done soon.

The Family at "Light In The Night"This was taken at our church's annual Halloween activity called "Light in the Night". The kids look forward to it every year and it is really a lot of fun. Anakin actually got a picture taken with his mom and was off out and about running around the church so we couldn't track him down to get a picture taken with us. He dressed as Harry Potter. Good boy. He looked very cute.

3-D Pics of Little SquirtPics of Little Squirt who would not sit still last time for a snap shot. She did a little better this time. The top one is her foot, and the bottom two are of her grabbing onto her foot. Mike said he thinks this one looks more like Care Bear. When I told Care Bear that Daddy thinks that one of the babies looks like her, she asked me, "Is she going to wear glasses, Mommy?" I almost hope for her sake that maybe she will. Almost.
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A quote from Feisty as she got out of the tub last night but wasn't quite in her jammies yet:

I've got juice bumps on my tummy mommy!!

I will heretofore be referring to goose bumps as "juice bumps" because I think that is just about the cutest thing I have ever heard! Daddy was beginning to tell her what they are really called. I stopped him. I like juice bumps better.

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Care Bear received an award yesterday at a school assembly in front of the whole school for selling the 4th most amount of cookie dough for their cookie dough fund raiser. She has a pretty award with her name on it and she gets an extra recess and gets to go to lunch at McDonald's with the principal and the other winners. The play place McDonald's...that part is very important, you see.

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I've been having baby related dreams as of late. In one that I had a few weeks ago, I dreamed that each of the twins was born weighing in at 10 lbs a piece. Two nights ago I had a dream that when they were born, one of them fit in the palm of my hand. I remember vividly in my dream while I was holding the baby in my hand that my first thought was, "How am I ever going to find diapers to fit this baby?" Proof of how ridiculous dreams are because if one of my babies was born that small, I highly doubt my first concern would be that of appropriately fitting diapers. I don't know which scenario would be worse....10 lbs twins or twins that fit in the palm of my hand. Neither are a very good option. I'm not sleeping so good lately because of these dreams. *sigh* Will I ever sleep again?!

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I suppose I should get back to work. At least it's already Wednesday.

Good Weekend/Bad Weekend

The weekend started with me leaving work early to head down to Denver for yet another appointment at the perinatal specialist. They want to continue to monitor the growth of the babies. Same news....different day. Babies are fine. Baby A is smaller than Baby B. They want to continue to monitor this. Baby A (small baby---Little Squirt) is the one they didn't think would be alive to make it to my next appointment when all of this started way back in August. Little Squirt is still really little. But she is the one who they have a hard time getting to sit still for any kind of measurements or decent pictures. She's a rambunctious little monkey.

We were able to get a picture of her this time---unfortunately, I left them at home. So I'll try to remember to bring them tomorrow to scan and post. My memory isn't so good these days---apparently a side effect of pregnancy. (As is clumsiness.....).

Anyhoo---after the appointment, Mike and I headed back north and decided that we wanted to take the kids for a treat that evening to see "Bee Movie". So we stopped by the theater to by tickets ahead of time for the 6:00 showing. We didn't get back home to pick up the kids from my mom's until about 5:45 and the theater is clear across town; so we raced home, literally grabbed the kids and threw them in the car and headed off to the movie. They were thrilled. We hadn't been to a movie since Shrek the Third and so they were really excited. It was a cute movie; I still prefer the Shrek movies and Over The Hedge, but it was still real cute. All the kids were pretty tired by the time we got home and practically went to bed right away. Care Bear fell asleep in the car on the way home.

Saturday morning: The girls and I had a play date with Sherry and her two little adorable ones at one of the kids' favorite parks. It was a good time. The weather was real nice and Care Bear in particular had a great time following around and gushing over Silas (1 year old). I love to watch her with babies (particularly one little girl at our church who she absolutely adores). I can tell she's going to be a very good, attentive, loving big sister to our babies when they are born. So will Feisty---when she has the time or inclination to slow down and pay attention to them.

Saturday afternoon: Care Bear had a good time collecting worms and trying to convince me to let her keep them as pets with Blondie 1 and Blondie 2. Feisty hung out in the house with me. Despite all good intentions to ONCE AGAIN organize and sort through the massive amounts of clothes I need to go through, I simply did not have the energy. I felt kind of blah and a little bit achy all afternoon. At around 5 or so that evening, the girls and I got in the car to run an errand and Care Bear started to complain of a sore throat. By later that night, she was fully miserable. This child hasn't been sick in so long I don't think she knew quite how to handle it. I gave her some chewable Children's Tylenol and put her to bed. Sunday morning she still wasn't feeling well. And by that time, neither was I, or Mike. Feisty, on the other hand....the one who is usually sick was perfectly healthy. Unfortunately, since Mike and I are in the praise band at church, it's a little hard at last minute to cancel on the band and not show up; especially considering Mike is the drummer. They could probably do fine without me---what's one more voice? But the drummer would be a little bit more noticeable. So we all trudged to church and spent the afternoon laying around the house. Poor Feisty, by the end of the evening had such horrible cabin fever that she had gotten rather goofy and hyper and basically could not sit still any longer. She performed for us, she spoon fed us our dinner, she "took care" of us. It was very cute and very sweet.

Today, I am at work...feeling better for the most part. Care Bear seemed to be in much better spirits this morning and says her throat doesn't hurt anymore. Mike says his back still hurts some, but I think he is surviving.

So, spent the weekend feeling like crud and we're feeling better just in time for the work/school week to begin. Good times. It's just now November--barely November--and I'm sick of illness. I think I'm in for a loooooong winter.

The "Baby Name Game" will continue throughout the remainder of my pregnancy (or until I decide on names, whichever comes first). Click on the button in the sidebar to add any names you think of. This is much harder than I thought!