After all the sickness that came to visit our house, my kids have finally mended and are doing well. (They're begging to go to the park instead of laying all over my house in little lumps.) But me, it seemed like I just wasn't recovering. That I was going to be sick to my stomach and exhausted for the rest of my life. And my illness just didn't seem to be following the same pattern that the kids illness had, which had me worried that they were going to get something else.
Then it hit me, that perhaps what I had wasn't so contagious after all. (Unless you take a look at all the facebook statuses... good grief! Maybe we have an epidemic on our hands.) So, before Jesse took off for Mexico, I decided to determine if my hunch was right. Sure enough, positive.
I'm about 7 weeks along... my due date is November 7. Although, I think my mom would like it if I scheduled my c-section for the 11th-- my granny's birthday. (My sister is due close to my granddad's birthday and mom thinks Elisabeth should have her baby then, too.) So, in the mean time, I've been sleeping a lot and ignoring the blog. I'll try not to do that all the time, but gee, three hour naps in the middle of the day are nice. Not productive, but nice.