I forgot how hard this is

For some reason I just don't remember being this sick with Samuel. It's a good thing us women have some degree of memory loss when it comes to having babies or we'd never do it again. I guess I'm just not one of those happy, glowing pregnant women. In fact, I'm sure Tim is sick of seeing my butt on the couch and a scowl on my face every evening when he comes in the door. And poor Samuel, well let's just say he's watching a bit more TV than usual. For those of you who know me well, I thought you's appreciate the following pictures of my house. It's called the first trimester siesta! No cleaning for me!

Way too late!

OK - I finally did it. I figured this blogging thing out and I'm going to pay for it tomorrow! It's almost midnight and if I'm lucky Samuel will get up at 6:00 am. Then Tim can tell me I should have went to bed when he did. I'm usually the bedtime police around here. Oh-well.