In the life of this blog I do not recall another entire month gone by without checking in at all, but I do suppose it is fitting at currently because I do not recall another time in my life that I have felt so very under a rock, a survival-mode rock, if you will. And since it has taken me a solid 24 hours to get this post up, I suspect the blog's revival will be a sloooooow one. But! In the past several days I have cleaned 2 bathrooms and dusted and mopped a floor. And if those weren't good enough indications that things are taking a turn for the not-as-difficult, I even don't feel like I will gag and lose all contents of my stomach while cooking dinner and the thought of *some* foods is actually pleasing to me for the first time in at least 12 weeks.
How about some Christmas/New Years re-cap and pictures to fill the post pictorially?
Christmas break was good. It began with a really lovely visit to Mike's Grandparents home in Cincinnati, where Joseph attempted to pillage and destroy as many beautiful breakable things as he could, which his ever-so-gracious grandmother only laughed about:
We mostly hunkered down at Fort Hahn because Joseph came down with a wicked case of the croup the night we arrived, resulting in 1 emergent care center visit, then an ER visit, a couple breathing treatments and a dose of steroids and many maaaaany nights of being up most of the night coughing and working abnormally hard to breath. Equal parts sad and exhausting. But he's all better!
New Years day Mike and I got to go to a really beautiful wedding in Pittsburgh (holla, Margaret and Pete!!) while Mike's saintly family played and entertained and cared for the ex-utero Hahn children and it was a really fabulous finale to our trip.
Now we're back and I am suffering from the post-first-trimester awakening to ALL THE DIRT. Everywhere. Every room. So gross. It is remarkable how the mind of a woman (at least this woman) in her first trimester puts up big blinders to all the things she cannot fathom doing, like cleaning bathrooms or wiping smeared food off of windows or mopping, ever. This is a blessing and a curse, for obvious reasons and I am currently dealing with the curse of seeing it all at once and needing to clean all of it, now!
But then there are the kids and the meal making and the homeschooling. Right the homeschooling. Is that even happening? Not right now. I decided that I needed an extra week to not feel like the house wasn't attacking me with its nastiness and I figured that if college students aren't back in school yet, why the heck are the first graders? We're doing what the college kids do and that's that.
And how about a not-so-little, super grainy 15 week bump picture, because this week needs to be documented as the sweet spot where life started to feel more manageable again. Thank you, 15 weeks.
Until next time!