TIME OUT!

I know, I know...for all of our many readers (you three know who you are!) who demand pictures I say: What do you want a picture of!? I guess I could try to throw in a picture of Kyle refinishing our hardwood floors but the expletives are flowing out of my wonderful husband's mouth at a rate inconsistent with our beliefs that I fear a camera flash might induce a full-on temper tantrum. Or perhaps you want a queasy picture of myself, green at the gills, glaring in my typical WTH-do-you-want manner. No. Thank. You. So, suffice to say, until I find a picture worthy to post, you will have to read. It will not hurt you.

Ok, onto the real purpose of this post: Time Out. (I personally like to use the hand signal used by referees when I say this)

Number 1: Since when does kyle like blogs?! Just last week, as I finished my rounds of delightful blog reading, he went on a tirade about how much he dislikes blogs and facebook and everything our society thrives on, blah, blah, blah! And then I find out I'm pregnant: WHAM! He is an official blogger. And is offering bribes (new computer?!) for me to become a blogger also. Weird. I will never understand his brain.

Number 2: Remember how ever since I got married (a whole 9 months ago) I would go on and on about how much I want a baby and how much I wish I was pregnant. I'm sure many of you got sick of hearing it, cause I know my husband did. And now that I actually am pregnant, I desperately wish I was not and my husband is waaaay more thrilled than I am (this may be partially due to the fact I feel terrible and he does not). It's all quite unfortunate because this isn't something that I really have a say in. Soooo I guess I am allowing all of you to point and laugh at the irony of the situation....But maybe not until I'm done with all this first trimester garbage, cause you might make me cry. :(

That's for now...until next time!
Love, Erin