So I've been ill for a couple days.

G threw his back out this morning.

I got a call from Geo's Pre-School this morning at 11:00 a.m. asking me to come pick him up because he had a temperature of 100F.

Poor us....

Will you be my Valentine?

Today was the day. I bought maternity jeans. Not that I tried them on. No, that would have been too much.

Today was so nice that I actually walked to pick Geo up from Pre-School. And we walked home together, hand in hand.

So I've mentioned my pregnancy and all that, so no surprises there anymore. I'm still in the middle of my retchy/gag phase. I mention this because my husband "bought" me some cooking classes at the culinary school in the next town over for my birthday, and now I'm not sure how I feel about "Morrocan" this Wednesday evening. Hmm. I can't even do a complete grocery shop because looking at all that food makes me ishy. Oh, this should be interesting to say the very least. I'm going, though. Damn it, I'm going!