We're here... really.

Has anyone else had trouble with blogger lately? I've done a few posts, only to lose them as they are trying to publish. And pictures just haven't been uploading.... gack.

What were my posts on, you say? Oh, how much fun we are having with snow, with pregnancy, and Christmas preps. Oh, and one really good deal on chicken, but I don't want to mention now because you can't get it too. Bummer.

So, because the prego thing is the quickest, I will try to recap! This time around my gag reflex is really kicking in! Is it proper to warn you not to sit across the table from me? Or maybe not even at the same table? It's really quite a suprise, I don't know it's coming most of the time. For instance, yesterday at work, I was out shopping on my lunch, and decided to sample some samples. The first one? Multigrain chips with pico de gallo. Normally something I would LOVE. But for some reason, this time, the tomatos hit me just wrong, and I desperately had to try to not look like I was going to puke on the poor sample lady, who in the meantime just kept talking up a storm about how she can't eat these chips because she has diverticulitis and if she gets the flaxseed in something or other she is in real trouble.... and I don't know what that is, and I don't care, because all I want is a garbage can to throw the offending tomatos away in or to toss my cookies in, if they don't go down the way they're supposed to.

I hope you're laughing. And I hope this is a boy. He sure kicks a lot too. And pokes me. At 18 weeks, he's poking me. Isn't that supposed to be impossible? He's only as big as a bell pepper, but he's moving around a LOT. (Don't get me wrong, I am loving all this! Well, except the gagging. Some parts are just so different, it's like experiencing something completely new, and sometimes slightly unpredictable! :-)