broken record

not much to say this week, because nothing is happening. i'm tired of writing about still being pukey and/or poopilicious - tired of being those things, too. i'm still ecstatic about feeling milo move, but how much can i write about it? want to hear some more about the shelves we've put together? no, i didn't think so. in my waking hours, i feel good about milo's chances; at night, i have nightmares. sound familiar?

boring, boring, boring.

but after being sick all week, i had the first good night's sleep i've had in forever and i feel good enough today to fly, so i'm leaving work early and going down to my mom's tonight. i'm going to take my nephew swimming tomorrow and go shopping for a birthday present for justin's best friend's daughter who is turning 2 tuesday.

she was born on justin's birthday, and we were close enough to the delivery room to hear her dad yell, "it's a girl!" we held her not 30 minutes after she was born. a few days later, we chucked the condoms and conceived hans. this little girl is special. special people require special presents, and i haven't found the right thing yet, despite much looking, so i'm hoping a change of state will present new options.

also, justin has been on a big campaign to lose weight and get healthier before milo is born, so food choices at home have been...okay, let me be honest - there's not as much sugary crap in the house as i would currently like. going to my mom's will mean a weekend of treats!

i wish i was there already.