Okay, so apart from all of the me and Hubs time we had (and it was super great), turns out we also have 2 rambunctious little toddlers that also wanted to monopolize Daddy while he was home. He is so amazing with them, and they are on him like white on rice while he is home. I may as well not even be here when Super Dad is around. And that's okay, because I have plenty of Mommy time while he is away.
And if all of that love and warm fuzziness wasn't enough, we also bought a house. Yay!! It's huge and beautiful, and we love it to pieces. The kids can't stop talking about how much they love their "new house." I think it's because they have their own little kid space upstairs where they can escape from the adult world. Which is fine with me, because the Hubs went and knocked me up while he was home. That's right...we are pregnant. Again. And about 2 weeks ago, I was all like, "Oh yay!! I'm so nervous, and excited, and I want the nursery to be an owl theme." But now, I feel like vomiting 24-7, and then when I do feel like eating, I overeat to compensate for the fact that most of the time food literally makes me puke in my mouth, which then makes me feel overly sick. So, that sucks. And if that weren't enough, I am so freaking exhausted all...of...the...time; I think I may have pregnancy-induced narcolepsy. Fun mom has left the building. I plan activities around how much I can lay on the couch, and how long I can stay in bed in the mornings before the kids plan a mutiny and finally get me up and going. Which may explain the very obvious lack of posts for the past month.
So, when I actually have the energy to do something more than haul my overactive bladder to the bathroom, I will try to keep this updated fairly regularly from here on out. But for now, I need to swallow down some vomit and go to bed.
