Oi, it is Friday already! And while the crisp coolness of fall continues to creep into our evenings, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll need my parka for Halloween. It’s no big thing to see a 50 degree temperature change over the course of hours here.
Meanwhile, will someone please recommend flooring for my house? I only have carpet in the bedrooms and “luxury vinyl tile” in my bathrooms and laundry room. That means my kitchen, living room, hallway and dining room need to be floored. I’d take a picture of this dilemma, but frankly, I’m too lazy. And it’s ugly. And the “under construction” smell makes me nauseous. So I hibernate in my bedroom when I’m home, where it actually feels cozy and not construction-y.
For any of you that feel like all the DECISIONS you get to make when you move into a new home would be soooo fun, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Because when you see that the cork you want to put in your new house has a price tag of $9/sq. foot and is the most expensive in its line, you can’t help but know you can do better. And then all the options start to blend together and you only see a big fat ball of fuzz.
Or perhaps it’s just the haze of getting through the first trimester. Because being pregnant makes me feel like an old lady that is primarily concerned about getting to bed around 8.
That was my big, anti-climactically staged announcement: I’m pregnant. And due in April. It has been sneaking up on me.
I also meant to write this post the other night, so after realizing I couldn’t get a good self-photo, I got my 6-year-old back out of bed (where I’d put her 5 minutes earlier) to get a picture of me. When I’m not wearing a skin tight maternity tank on clearance from Target, I don’t show this much. But I was already pajama-bound at this time.
(I’m hoping when Windows Live Writer publishes this post to Blogger, this photo will remain small enough where my panty line and lack of upper support will not scream obnoxiously at you!)
Have a good weekend! I am going to try to dodge bullets from any inexperienced hunters that might be in my area for the opening weekend of pheasant hunting season. Which is actually not a big concern of mine.
So, here’s to our state bird—majorly depended upon for economic prosper in South Dakota and, as with many other things, made in China.