So I took four days off last week and it seems like it was a dream. Where does the time go? I managed to get a bunch of lose ends tied up. Promo stuff, paid a few bills, caught up on computer work, did a little reading, and continued to battle this chest cold. It’s really annoying. The coughing. Argh. No pain, just that cough.
My daughter is in the throes of some bad morning sickness that lasts most of the day. Poor thing has been puking every morning. Gingerale helps, and so does the ginger tea, but she is pretty darn miserable. I so remember those days. When I was pregnant with her I was sick 24/7 and for the entire nine months. Certain smells made me run for the bathroom. And she has the worst possible job a pregnant woman in her first trimester can have: she works in a restaurant. All of those smells. Poor baby. But I’m feeling good about her sickness. It means there is a high level of hormones, and my doc always told me the sicker the mom-to-be the stronger the pregnancy. So, my daughter is lookin’ good right now. I didn’t realize until she started to get sick how much I was holding my breath. I mean, I was thinking in the back of mind, what if she isn’t sick, will something be wrong? I almost kept myself from getting too excited.
My son-in-law is too cute, he’s been feeling the same way. We talked about it the other day and we both feel better. He’s very excited. He called yesterday and asked if he should bring my daughter home some flowers to make her feel better. I said, “The way she’s feeling, she’ll smell them and puke on you. Probably not. Just rub her feet when she gets home.” I’m glad they’re here, and glad I can take care of my kid. I can not wait to get my hands on that baby!
Tomorrow I’m cooking up a huge pot of jambalya. It’s hubby and son-in-law’s fave. All the kids will be here, plus my in laws and my aunt and her hubby. My fil is cooking corn pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. Can not wait! I gave up white carbs for Lent, but on Sundays you are free to resume normal biz. So rice and pancakes for Karin tomorrow!! Life is vera good. J
Not much else going on. I miss the First Line Contest. So much talent this year! I hope hope hope Amy asks to see more of the entries then the first ten pages. She is one of the toughest and best editors in New York, so to pique her interest is a coup. I’m keeping everything crossed.
I haven’t forgotten the Help Karin Think of a Good Grandma Name prize. I just haven’t settled on what I want to be called yet. I am leaning slightly toward Gram/Grammy.
So I think I’m going to go downstairs and stare at the cheese Danish I can’t eat, then go walk the dogs.
What’s everyone else been up to?