my thanksgiving miracle




I'm unclear how it is already Thanksgiving but we'll just move past that.

The most exciting thing about my week is not Thanksgiving - it is that we finally have a pair of maternity jeans in this house and my heaven those things are a dream. Question: do I need to stop wearing these once the kid comes out? Early prediction/answer: No.

I am loving these things. First of all, my fly is never down because I don't have one. Second, I don't need to unbutton my pants post dinner because there isn't a button to undo. It's like the freedom of going commando, but without the weirdness of it all.

Maternity jeans will now be my official Thanksgiving outfit for the rest of my life. I get the comfortable-ness of jeans but with room to grow a delicious food baby - that is when I'm not growing a human one. Maternity jeans are a Thanksgiving day miracle IRregardless of pregnancy.

Happy and safe travels to you all!

i just threw up.

Ok so we are definitely closer to being week 15 than week 14 (like 48 hours away), but whatevs. I am doing the best I can. I thought the second trimester was supposed to be cake. Apparently, it is, but I just throw up that cake. Fun fact, in the last 24 hours I have puked in an ash tray in the Safeway parking lot and all over our garage floor.

In related Allison news, Jack has had yet another round of the Kitty Runs so Chuck is literally up to his ears in cleaning puke and poop. He's relatively sure the baby will be less work than Jack and Me and I'm pretty sure he's right. We are a pair right now.

So, we've got the 14 week picture here and yes, I'm glowing.


No, I'm not. I threw up pancakes and french fries about 3 minutes after this picture was taken so enjoy that visual and you're welcome.

What's catching your eye most in that picture? The bump or the fact that my hair is in a ponytail? I know. It's the ponytail. First time my head has seen one of those things since late Winter of 'ought 8. Jury is out on what's going on with my hair so feel free to send suggestions. I have zero will to try and find a hairstyle.

And that's the game.
I'm calling it for tonight.

I really need to get this (nothing to do with) morning sickness over and done with ASAP. Not for health reasons, but because Breaking Dawn comes out Friday and over my dead body am I leaving that movie for the bathroom. I will puke in a popcorn tub before I miss my Edward.

Oh and here is Chuck at 14 weeks.


I'm not going to comment on his picture, his face in the picture or anything else. I will tell you that our weight is now separated by about 15 pounds. I'm on borrowed time, people. Borrowed time.

chuck's being a big boy.

I've read it in about every baby book.

Well, every section of every baby book that I'm allowed to read. See, I have a teeny tiny tendency to invent side effects based on reading the side effects list they give with medication, so I was banned years ago from any sort of readings ups ons anything I take. Hence, since the baby books come with lists of everything you could feel when pregnant or could have happen to you or the baby, I was obviously banned from reading baby books. Chuck knows what he's doing. He's a professional Susie-wrangler.

So Chuck handles reading the baby books. He's reading them all.

I kid you not. I was itching my stomach like crazy last week, like I had freaking lice on it, and said, "Is this supposed to be happening?" "Yep. It's your skin stretching." My body is changing in ways I don't understand, but thank goodness Chuck does.

Anyways, what I have read about pregnancy talks super much about how the Dad can feel left out or neglected because of all the attention on Mom-to-Be. Like they can act out like the children they're supposed to soon be raising.

Obviously I'm not too concerned about this with Chuck. Well, hold that. Obviously, he's always acted like a child, so I don't expect some miraculous maturity improvement by May. Rome wasn't built in a day and it's looking like Chuck's maturity will take about a lifetime.

Case. Point.
Someone wants his own weekly pictures taken.


So appropriate.

Anyways, plenty of people have been asking how Father Charles is doing with his looming parenthood, so let it be known, he's doing great. Better than great. He's been running the house and my life since week 5 when I came down with a nasty case of "holy **** I'm growing a human" sickness which is just starting to go away, and now I've got a sinus infection and am basically an invalid. The plus side: my bed sores are coming in nicely, he's added several casseroles into his "what I can make without needing adult supervision" repertoire, and I love him more than ever for it all.

Happy New Year!


Wait. Is it not 2053? Oops.
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