I played Wii Tennis for about 40 minutes this morning as part of my "workout."
My arm is already super sore.
Pathetic?
Yes.
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09 March 2012
07 March 2012
Pregnancy - the cause of unfulfilled resolutions (specifically blogging)
I've failed horribly at one of my resolutions -- blogging weekly.
I have a good excuse.
When all I feel is nauseated, constipated, tired, hungry, not hungry, moody, sore, headache-y and nauseated, it's hard to write about anything else.
Oh, and it's also hard to keep things like, "Hey, I'm pregnant!" a secret.
Yep. Ya'll read that right.
I'm pregnant.
And frankly, since all I've done for the past 8 weeks is try to muster the strength to entertain Peyton, then try to muster enough strength (and will-power) to be productive during his naps (let's be honest. That happens like, once a week), and then try to muster the strength to ask Daniel to cook dinner (just kidding. I'm trying really hard to cook, but Dan has been an amazing help) ... You get the point. There hasn't been much to write about that wouldn't scream the news to anyone reading.
So, Baby Condie #2 is 12 weeks on his/her way to meeting the world. We are super duper excited! I'm due September 17th. I'm at my pre-pregnancy weight (which is good, since last time I dropped 7 lbs below) and starting to feel much better.
Now here's a few pictures of my big-boy baby:
I have a good excuse.
When all I feel is nauseated, constipated, tired, hungry, not hungry, moody, sore, headache-y and nauseated, it's hard to write about anything else.
Oh, and it's also hard to keep things like, "Hey, I'm pregnant!" a secret.
Yep. Ya'll read that right.
I'm pregnant.
And frankly, since all I've done for the past 8 weeks is try to muster the strength to entertain Peyton, then try to muster enough strength (and will-power) to be productive during his naps (let's be honest. That happens like, once a week), and then try to muster the strength to ask Daniel to cook dinner (just kidding. I'm trying really hard to cook, but Dan has been an amazing help) ... You get the point. There hasn't been much to write about that wouldn't scream the news to anyone reading.
So, Baby Condie #2 is 12 weeks on his/her way to meeting the world. We are super duper excited! I'm due September 17th. I'm at my pre-pregnancy weight (which is good, since last time I dropped 7 lbs below) and starting to feel much better.
Now here's a few pictures of my big-boy baby:
| The boy loves Borscht. |
| Peyton is very good at reminding us to pray ... even if he remembers once his mouth is full. |
| Peyton and his best friend Tyler in their matching monkey PJs. |
| Such a cheeseball whenever the cameras come out! |
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