Hey world, guess what? I am still sick! I’m not as sick as I was, but the snot and the head in a fog and the snot and the coughing, all still constant companions, thanks.

You know what is funny? Lots and lots of things. You know what is not funny? Falling up the concrete steps at your parents house when you are 8 months pregnant and sick. It’s not often you take a stair to the gut, but it really really freaks your shit out if you are a paranoid anxiety freak with a baby to finish growing. I’m okay and the baby is totally okay, but for like three minutes, I kind of mentally lost it. Brett and my mom were asking if I was okay, but I kind of just wanted to punch them both and run away. After talking with my midwife, I know we are all okay and I don’t have to punch anyone today. I will save all that for when I am in labor.

So pardon me for not updating with pictures or posts lately, I am barely hanging on to the sanity. Barely.