I’ve only got energy for an update and a few sassy sentences today before I go and attack the refrigerator.
Jenny is a-okay–and still very much intact as far as the pregnancy goes. She’s gone back and forth to the doctor these past several days only to be sent home time and time again to "wait it out". Fortunately the contractions have tapered off somewhat and she’s not completely miserable anymore. So, no baby as of yet, and hopefully no time extremely soon.
Our friend Jaimie, who is due right around the same day as my sister, is also "on the verge" and actually has been for the last month or so. She’s having a terrible time not going into labor…what is up with pregnant chicks these days? Watch: I’ll be the one to be still full of baby 14 days after my due date.
Cheyenne, my poor girl, got sick at school yesterday with some kind of wicked bad stomach virus; Caleb picked her up at around 10:00 and she threw up practically every 5 minutes for the next 12 hours. It was so horrible. She was just beside herself; she couldn’t even make it to the bathroom half the time so I strategically placed a big blue bowl at the floor by her bed. What really sucks is that she seemed to wait until I walked in to check on her–so I usually got to witness the…you know…and although I’ve pretty much gotten over my morning sickness, everytime she did it, I could feel myself getting sicker and sicker. Today, Caleb and I are basically living in fear: Who’s going to get it next? Every little gurgle in my stomach is freaking me out, so much that I’ve not eaten as much as I probably ought to–I guess maybe the less I eat, the less awful throwing up will be? Except now I’m hungry and I’m about to gorge myself on left-overs…I’ll probably make myself sick without even having contracted a bug…
Enough of that lovely talk. Cheyenne’s feeling better today. Mia is still her wild and crazy self so I know she’s fine, and Caleb is still trying to shake his cold…and deal with more side effects from yet another rabies shot and round of antibiotics. People, don’t ever let a dog bite you–this shit goes on forever.
Sunday turned out to be fairly pleasant–clear and freezing, but sunny, so we took what we could get and trucked out to the tree farm we like to go to. We picked out a great 9 foot tree and put that puppy up the instant we got home. It was lighted and decorated before bedtime. I used to love fake trees–absolutely NO HASSLE–but Caleb is a die-hard real tree kind of guy, and so over the years, I’ve "converted". And I sort of love the little "tradition" we have going of visiting the tree farm, riding around on a big fat wagon, picking out a tree, and chopping it down together. We have so much fun–and we get free hot chocolate! It smells so good and looks so good. Real trees are recyclable. They are a crop. They give people oxygen. And they provide habitats for little woodland creatures. At least, that’s what the brochures say. Putting up a live tree isn’t really even a chore for us. I’m vacuuming dog hair everyday anyway so the pine needles are no additional trouble. And even if having a real tree was a little bit of a hassle, it’s worth the effort.
Oh, and me? Great. Dandy. My mission for today is CHRISTMAS CARDS–every year I have this goal to get them out before the end of the first week of December…it’s good to dream…