it's a snap.

Hi! Thank you to everyone who reads this! And thanks for all the happy feedback for my blog. Most people who comment say they feel close to me, and happy to know the latest on the baby and the move. Some people said they think its humorous and that I have an easy-to-read writing style. So--thank you!

I know a lot of people are concerned for Dave and I with all these changes. And then there are others who think we're metaphorical 'rock stars' sailing through all the tough spots. Let me just say: THIS IS SOME OF THE EASIEST STUFF I'VE EVER HAD TO DEAL WITH. So--don't y'all worry, OK?

Seriously--getting to stay home makes all the difference. I cannot stress that enough.

I don't know if I'll feel the same when taking care of a newborn and a disabled parent, but--HAVING A CAREER AND WORKING WAS SO MUCH HARDER THAN THIS. *OH* *MY* *GOD*. This is nothing, nothing in comparison. (I won't even mention trying to run a business, or having the devastating experience of a parent becoming disabled...)

Yes, there's a lot happening, BUT I HAVE THE CAPACITY AND TIME TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING. So--seriously, it's so not a big deal.

Kudos to all the women in the world that make the world go around and provide the organizational GLUE that's the foundation of families and workplaces everywhere. A lot of that work is not high visibility, and certainly not highly paid--if paid at all. But, without it--everything is so difficult, if functional at all!

In Dave news, he's happy today because he found a source for sour cherry cola gummis, and it's within walking distance to his job. And--besides, we only have SEVEN DAYS left before we get to see eachother again.

In Lumbley news, my bump now starts immediately at my sternum, and eating ANYTHING feels like "why would I eat, I'm already totally full" and then, I know, I HAVE to eat, but then I eat and feel like it's not going to stay down. ICK! Plus, if I don't eat, I seem to fall asleep, and get those weird muscle sensations again. It's a conundrum. But, I'm eating. I've averaged 3.25 pounds / month of weight gain--and so that will put me right at 32 pounds if I stay the course. That's exactly within the recommendations... wish me luck!

OK--that's all for today. Tomorrow I may reveal the hidden truth about Dave's TALONS and his political affiliations--though, I have to make sure it's OK with him first. And, the state of my soul--given that I have placed a scary spider under a plastic cup and he can't get out--let alone drink water or eat flies. Will I go to hell? If Dave was here, he would kill it. I can't bring myself to do that. So--I'm in a sort of pergatory. Also--how does one clean a gallon of dog barf off of the patio? Be sure to read the next installment.

Ciao for now :) Miss you! Email us at schleiferkin@gmail.com.