Last night we emailed our parents with the news that we were expecting again. This is my fourth time sharing news of this sort, and every single time it has made me feel like barfing.
The first time was most disillusioning, because I had thought that telling would be one of the most fun things about being pregnant---but then after I told, I had that barfy feeling and almost wished I weren't pregnant. With subsequent pregnancies I've been more prepared for that feeling.
It's such a relief to be getting the telling part over with.
Summer sleep-away camp supplies - I am in a TIZZ about Elizabeth going to Girl Scouts camp this summer. I’m GLAD she’s going, and I’m glad she WANTS to go, but it’s a week and this is the f...