Peace.

I've been thinking about blogging lately.
Then not doing anything about it.

Starting to blog...
Then deleting it.

Not sure why.

Anywhoo... Everything is shaping up for this baby to come.
It makes me happy.
Not that I wasn't excited about her coming... But there's this huge weight off my shoulders.
I still have a job.
A job that will let me bring my baby... at least for a while.
I'm finally switching to a doctor that's not only in my neck of the woods, but will also deliver my baby at the hospital I really wanted to deliver at.
That makes me happy.
Like I can breathe.
I get to take the classes I want. Get a little more prepared this time.





Joy is officially surging through my veins, like it hasn't in a little while.

Not so surprising news flash:

Preggo insomnia IS NOT fun.

Here it is... Almost 4AM, and I'm up watching "Julie and Julia".
It makes me wish I could pull it together and cook a wider variety of awesome food. Break away from the chicken tacos, enchaladas, chicken parmesean... Pretty much anything chicken. Poor D must be starving for some red meat! I'm not sure why I stick with chicken. I love pork, fish, and steak... Maybe I'm just in a rut.

I do love Julia Child, and not just because we share the same first name. My mom has allll her cook books. I need them. I definitely need the Betty Crocker cookbook. That's a staple for any house. Some of my mom's best meals have come from those books!

Ugh. Hungry. And I've got a very kicky baby in my belly right now. It's a wonder I sleep at all at night. You'd think being active all day (Minus 20 minutes here or there) would put this sweet baby to sleep. Nope. She will not stay still.


I love her already :)