Hello August. Let's Do This.

 I don't love the month of August.  I try and try, but I don't.  

Here's why:

I almost died in August; it goes on FOREVER, it's always too hot

with not enough rain

(when all I want is for it to be cool and fall), school begins in August,

and Gigs begins his mission on the 18th!

Oh, August.

I think this list is really skewed by my "pregnancy grumps."

Today I am 14 weeks pregnant, and feel a little better, enough

 that I'm thinking of going back to Barre to take a class.  

It's been months since I've done a class.

I'm a long way from getting the mic on to teach, but one step at a time.  

Getting out of bed is a huge challenge for me.

I feel so sick, and even thinking about something to eat

sounds horrific.

Christian usually brings me a bowl of steel-cut oats

topped with fruit.

At first, I want to die, but then slowly I get it in me, and 

baby girl is happy, and then I do feel much better.

This morning, Jane brought me a muffin she made

and placed it on my nightstand before she headed into work.

I woke up and was so grateful to have it,

Also, this morning I planned our Back to School Feast and

all the festivities that go along with that.

I've nailed down the theme, colors, and even the menu.

I mean, I REALLY MUST be feeling better to do all that.