Bleah.  Blech.  Hmmmm.  How DO you spell that…

I remember that in the Charlie Brown comic strips there was a certain word that was used when the dog had to retrieve the yucky tennis ball…

Anyway, that is the word I want to use to describe how I’m feeling these days.  I’m not really seriously sick… but I don’t really feel good… so I’m just sort of “bleah”.

The children are very sympathetic to my ill feelings, and Laura often reminds me gently, “But that’s a good thing, right Mama? Because that means the baby is probably healthy?”  And I have to agree.  The hormones are raging, my stomach is churning, and I’m a happy mama.

With that, I’m going to sign off and go to bed.