for my sister-in-law and mother-in-law

So, I know almost everyone knows about this video already, I saw it at my favorite site, poshdeluxe.com, and when i did, i almost turned to Chris and suggest we move to France so our baby could speak French like this little charmer.

I was trying to explain the video to my mother-in-law, Karen, this weekend and alas, was unable to do it justice. So I am posting it here, so hopefully Jennifer will see it and direct Karen to it! Enjoy and see yall soon!


Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

done

Well, I finally received my grade for my last class for my last semester of classes at Grayson County College. Everything is in order and I believe I am...graduated. Finally. Albeit, it is only an associate's degree, I am going to pretend it says more than that and actually reflects my rise from depression two years ago, growing up and deciding to finish something I started.

I am now 11 weeks. I think I would have a little pooch if I didn't have a little pooch to begin with. So I am just pretending the already-there pooch is the baby pooch, but I can't wait to actually have a real baby bump. All I am getting out of this deal right now is aversion to healthy food (which I love, like greens), an aversion to do anything but lay on the couch and read and grumpiness. Man, I have been a grump lately.

I do hope to do some more crocheting but I think the overload of hormones have wiped out my inspiration/motivational part of my brain. Gah.

Speaking of losing motivation, it is now gone for continuing this post, so farewell readers.

yes

Yes. It's true.
 
Chris and I are pregnant.
 
You probably already know that by know. Either my mom, Ann or Chris and I told you.
 
I am 10.5 weeks. Seriously. I am counting the .5s because the past 4 weeks have    been    the    longest    of    my life. End of June/July is going to take FOREVER to get here. Sweet baby Jesus.
 
So, my class is (almost) over. I am still waiting on my grade, which i hope doesn't come solely from my paper that I worked a total of 5 hours on when I had the whole semester to do it. Ready for the excuses, cause here they are: I WAS WORKING! At a winery. Lots and lots. During harvest I racked up almost 60 hours in one week.
 
Then I got pregnant...and well, I am not an emotional wreck like most books say I would be, but I am un-motivated, un-inspired and extremely tired all the time. Who wants to write a paper when you are feeling like that? Sheesh.
 
So, anyways, I am not hoping for one grade or another, just to pass so this semester is over and I can graduate.
 
I am actually in a really crappy mood so I will blog no longer today lest I scare everyone away with my bah-humbug-ness. 
 
Cheers.

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