This morning was breathtaking outside.
Sadly, I HATE mornings.
Nothing ever sounds good to eat, so I have to force myself to try to eat
something, and sadly, my decision is based on
not what I want to eat, but what I want to throw up.
That's so sad.
Some foods are better to barf up than others.
Around noon, I felt a little more energy, and kept my food down easier.
I started looking for Thanksgiving recipes,
but honestly, everything sounds super gross.
I sent out a text to Oliver and Claire and asked them what their
Thanksgiving plans were.
Claire is going to spend the day with her new in-laws,
and Ollie will drive down to Utah to be with Umi and Clark cousins.
It will be the first time he's seen a majority of them since being home
from his mission.
I'm not sure about Gigs' plan.
I don't think they celebrate Thanksgiving
in Slovakia. He did tell me that the town square out his apartment window
has started to decorate for Christmas.
All I can think about are all the holidays that have to happen
before baby six comes.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and MLK Day.
Woof.
