I don't consider myself particularly patriotic… so I'm gonna say it's pregnancy-related that I'm crying for the umpteenth time while watching presidential shows on the History Channel. I just started crying again watching our President being welcomed by julibant hordes at an airport in Tanzania.

Hey, at least it's not a Hallmark commercial. I'm pretty sure if I turned on the Lifetime Movie Network I'd just never stop crying.

I slept in SO LATE this morning. I woke up around 7:30, and then catnapped until 11:30. But I feel pretty good right now, so I'm not too bothered about sleeping away half the day. (I am glad I got two batches of fudge made last night though.)

All during my catnaps though, my dreams had a central theme: ice cream. Paul and I got up (it was really nice to have him there in bed with me – he was programming an IRC bounce while I slept) and he was wrastling with the dog, calling her a corndog. We looked at each other and both said “oooooooooh. corndogs.” So Paul is on his way to Weinerschnitzel for corndogs and an ice cream for me.

It's nice that he's playing the part of the doting husband. I can tell he's happy and totally on board these days and it's really great. I never pictured what our life during pregnancy would be like – mostly because I tried not to think about it at all after the first two years. But this is turning out pretty well.

(Now if the stupid santa hat stickers would just GET HERE we could send out our awesome Christmas Cards and tell the world!)

Oh hai early afternoon exhaustion. I hadn't seen you for a few days, thought maybe you'd found somewhere else to go play.

Man. I could so totally lay my head down on my nice warm laptop and take a little nap. And I think I slept pretty good last night (she says while having a jaw-cracking, eye-watering yawn.)

oy.

I'm watching some “I didn't know I was pregnant” thing on TLC. Women who thought they were too old, or had been told they couldn't have kids. And ya know, I've always thought these kind of stories were total bunk – but I get it now. If I hadn't been looking for it, I would still be dismissing all the stuff I've felt. I'm hoping though, that I'm not like these women who had practically no symptoms for the whole pregnancy. I cannot wait to feel the little critter in there – and to have Paul feel it too.

Oh, and the heinous nausea has passed just as quickly as it came and I'm currently enjoying the hell outta my tuna sub. :) OM NOM!