Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Father Christmas has come...


Some women might be nervous when their husband comes home with a bag of berries and bows and proceed to assemble a wreath on the ottoman. They might be concerned about their husband's... orientation. Oh, no. Not me. I LOVE the balance of yin and yang in my husband. How beautiful is the Hoosier Hickey Home all decked out for the holidays? Can you see the carefully illuminated trees through the windows? Posted by Picasa

The end of an era

The time has come. We have reached the end of the first trimester. No more eating granola bars in bed before getting up. No more 3-sip an hour rules because too much liquid on my stomach won't work. I still insist that the only way to eat is like the hobbits: breakfast, second breakfast, levensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper.

Still working on finding a midwife. I'll be interviewing midwives in January as soon as the holiday things quiet down. I can't wait to have the team in place.

Today, out shopping, Isabella made friends with the cashier when we were checking out. She asked Isabella if she had been good and if she thought Santa would bring her anything. The cashier was really amused by Isabella and finally asked her how old she was. She quickly got silent and looked at me. She whispered, "I don't want to tell her how old I am." The woman behind us in line began to laugh hysterically. She asked, "Isn't she a little young for that?"