Yes, I'm pregnant. Again.
I hate being pregnant. I feel sick, tired, miserable, and get a little crazy.
It's kind of huge to think I will have five kids. Four kids keep me completely outnumbered.
I tend to vent on this site, maybe I should give up blogging as it doesn't seem to bring out the best in me. This mostly stems from me sitting down at the computer when I am the most fed up and need a little "me-time". Now I'm trying to decide whether or not to go with the flow and post cheery little updates about my kids antics. There are lots of antics. Andrew is currently wearing a dress his sisters put him in and Kylie wants to make a sculpture out of shaving cream and glue (I'm keeping a close eye on her).
Lasagna for dinner tonight. The kind out of a box. I did make the bread though and I will make the salad.
I'm not wearing any shoes. I put on maternity pants for the first time this pregnancy when even my fat pants would no longer fit. They're a bit too loose but I know that won't last long, sigh.
