I feel good. Well, better before I ate all those beans. I'll be ten weeks pregnant tomorrow! Went to the gym for the first time in ages yesterday and stepped up onto that scary scale. I haven't been eating a tremendous amount but I feel... looser. Ends up I've lost 2 pounds. Normal. Fine with me. Suddenly though I'm starving. I think that scale gave my body more permission to want food. My energy is finally coming back to me. Actually hiked with dog on New Year's Eve. Felt great. Came home, took a bath, started a fire and spent my first and last New Year's alone. Well, sort of. Not counting dog and fetus.
I haven't been able to write or even look on the computer much for a while. My body associated it all with nausea. No cheese, chips, tea, or blogs. Still can't do the cheese or tea. I'm working slowly. I haven't been too overly emotional lately (that's strictly my opinion not that of husband's). So it seems I might be entering a less tumultous period. Less yakking and sleeping and more working and planning. Yay!
Otherwise, life is fine. The squirrels living between the floors in my house are very content although, it did smell like last spring's skunk might've thought he was coming home early this year. Oh, what a full house. We're thinking of ways to politely evict them all soon. Baby's and squirrels don't mix. I'm a little afraid of an uprising though.
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