Joe has been in Portland for his competition, so I've been home all alone. I never sleep well when he's gone and am glad he has chosen a profession which doesn't often lead to traveling. Growing up I thought all husbands traveled for work, probably because my dad always had to!
So here I am sitting alone finishing the latest episode of Downton Abbey (what the heck Downton! So many emotions...) and a full bottle of salsa that I opened just today. Oh... and vanilla ice cream. Pregnancy does strange things to a person, but I am glad I decided against combining the two. Lets just hope I can start packing on the pounds soon. We need to get some fat on these babies pronto. I want big fat twins, no tiny 4 pounders! 13 weeks and no weight gain yet. Never thought I would be hoping for that. I just imagine two little fish in my stomach gobbling up everything I eat.
Also, a little life tip: don't google 38 weeks pregnant with twins. Sheer terror.
Joe, I think it is time for you to come home. I am lost without you.
I love our family. This is us before our Valentine's Day lunch at P.F. Chang's. Joe knows how to treat a girl. I even kept down all my food, which was especially impressive since even the idea of Asian food makes me especially sick this time around. Except sushi... please let me have sushi. Right now.