so, one might have thought that i had fallen off the face of the earth... not yet. i just feel like it some days.
my sleeping, eating, living habits have taken a hard blow. the three hour time difference definitely didn't help my cause. basically harry and i decided to sleep all day tuesday. i did manage to make it to the grocery store so that we didn't starve or anything... but that was just about it.
getting back into some sort of routine might help me feel like i can actually survive the next few weeks that seem to be the hardest. and thank God for yo gabba gabba. harry's favorite show is making up partially for my slack. (wow, that makes me sound like such a bad mother... but desperate times call for extra tv)
stephen and i have decided to drop most of our responsibilities outside of the home. he isn't coaching little league this fall, and we have lessened our volunteering at church. it just didn't make sense to use up the only energy that i have on others when my son and husband would be getting only the useless me.
well, that and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to sign up for stuff when my schedule is completely undependable when i am pregnant.
as for little wee, (still figuring out the name for this one...) i am in the eighth week. i already have a bit of a bump, and it's scary how much more quickly i seem to be outgrowing my clothes this time around.