Alive.

Well hello, my bloggy friends! It turns out that I am, in fact, alive. I would not go so far as to say, "alive and well," but at least I'm alive. That counts for something.

2009 went out with a. . well, not a bang, and not a whimper. A cry of anguish? A barf? You get the idea. 2009 was a great year, many good times were had, but the last month and a half could be summed up in the word "survival." We're still surviving, but we've had lots of help, so we're making it. Sabrina has been here for the last week and a bit, taking care of Julia, dinners, and our house. They don't make better friends than that. Seriously. She leaves this week. Hopefully we've only got 3 more weeks of this garbage. I'm so ready to feel normal again. To be fair, this time around is better than last time, and my puking is generally limited to the morning, but it still isn't fun. I am very much looking forward to this being over. I'm seriously reconsidering the plan of 3-4 kids. 2 might be enough for me. But now is not the time to be thinking about that. Not the time!

Julia and Adie made me a bird countdown on Saturday. I've got a whole string of birds hanging in my front room, waiting to be cut off one by one. I think it's helpful.

And. . . that's about all I've got. If anyone wants to take Julia on Thursday morning or Friday morning, or next week, or the week after that, you just let me know :)