It's been awhile.
Where have I been .... ?
Well, first of all, there's the whole pregnant thing.
People, this baby has completely zapped every speck of energy (and creative juice) I may have ever dreamed of having.
I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I have spent more time in my bed over the last 7 weeks than I'd spent in here the previous 7 months.
(Notice I say "in here" .... that would be because I am currently IN. BED.)
Wish I was kidding.
Honestly, the trip from here to my office to unplug my laptop and lug it back to bed with me was a little rough.
(About the only place I've traveled to in the last 48 hours is my bathroom .... approximately 732 times, by the way.)
Which brings me to my latest "excuse" for absence: strep throat.
If you follow along on Facebook, you probably already knew this.
But yes, I now have strep throat.
I can't tell you the last time I felt so awful.
In fact, I don't know if I ever have .... although I know it seems that way every time you're sick.
(Am I right?)
A fever, chills, the equivalent of a marching band pounding through the inside of my head, and a throat full of shredded glass.
That's what it feels like.
So .... here I lay, in my bed, with nothing to share with you.
Not even a picture.
I thought about showing you a picture of my bedroom, since that's really the only room in my house I ever see anymore .... but considering I haven't left my bed (aside from the aforementioned bathroom trips), the laundry piles have almost surpassed the height of the bed.
(Have I ever told you how much I loathe folding laundry...?)
Yes, that's a strong word.
Anyway. I really didn't want to embarrass myself right now ... I'm a little too emotionally unstable for that in my condition! :)~ So, no picture of my "view" to share. Sorry.
I could show you a picture of Lucy .... but I haven't even seen the sweet girl for a couple of days.
Thankfully, Nana took her for the weekend ... REALLY praying this evil bacteria will skip right over her.
And husband, too, for that matter because, let's face it ..... a sick husband is the equivalent of 13 sick kids.
I do not care to follow up THIS with THAT.
NO, thank you.
So he's been sleeping in the spare bedroom.
I'd love to promise you some new and exciting posts later in the week .... but I'm not gonna bother to pretend that will happen.
If you don't mind, I'm gonna take another week off.
I will be through this life-sucking first trimester by then .... and hopefully, I will be HEALTHY by then, too.
This sick stuff is for the birds.
Thanks to all who have sent messages of care and concern! I've been reading them from my phone (in my bed, of course), and they are so encouraging. :-)
You guys are the best!