And then there were six…

Y’all.  So this thing happened… It only lasted 12 weeks and 6 days [but who’s counting?], but I couldn’t stop eating, [mostly Cheez-Its].  My bedtime was strictly enforced by my eyelids at 7:30pm.  I had walking pneumonia for weeks because meds, well, they weren’t for me.  My car got awesome at completely unsafe swerves to the side of the road.  And me, well, I was feeling like payback was a bee-yotch.

Yep, I got a semen infection [Ladies, I know you’re gagging.  Men, I know you’re laughing.  Ben, I know you’re patting yourself on the back while laughing].

Hoolie, Rica, and Teigan are getting a new little rugrut to play with this June!

I’m 14 weeks along and, Lordy, my body totally freakin’ remembers what it’s doing.  My maternity clothes are, as of this past weekend, clean and hanging up.  Sigh.  I definitely wore two items to work this week, but only after having a full on tear-session in the bathroom over this wardrobe decision.  I swear.  Payback.

So, look forward to tuning into the madness as I do this all over again!  I’ll be sure to share all of the awesomeness so you all have just one more thing to keep you oh-so-entertained as you’re scanning the interwebs in bed at night: the good, the bad, and mostly the hilarious.

Peace, Love, and OHMYGOSH!

Oh, and PS: I’m training to do the Knoxville Half-Marathon on March 30 [yeah, at 7.5 months pregnant].  I’d appreciate daily prayers starting now.  ;c)