A Change of Heart

Those of you I have spoken with recently know I am already deep into the nesting phase of pregnancy. I am dying to organize every detail of our existence in preparation for Little One. Mostly, that means I have forced us into an all-consuming house hunt. I have been so desperate for more space/an extra bedroom that I was ready for suburbia to supply my demands. Tonight I decided I'm not as ready as I thought. Jeremy and I walked four blocks to dinner, crossed the street to Powell's Books, and then hit up Cupcake Jones on the way home. I don't think I'm ready to give up this type of convenience. Now, if we can just find the perfect two bedroom loft...

Did Hell Freeze Over?

No that's not Hell, it hasn't frozen over (as far as I know), nor have I seen any pigs flying around. I was beginning to think that might happen as soon or sooner than my next blog post though. But... here I am. I promise I have a pretty good excuse. I have been sitting around elated to be in the position I am (knocked up), and also sorry for myself because Little One is making me bow to the porcelain god a minimum of thrice daily. Here he/she is... looking all innocent at 10 weeks. Don't be deceived.