Tulip Girl

I would say pregnancy is for the birds but even birds are smart enough to just lay the egg and skip all the mentionable and unmentionable pregnancy symptoms. Some pregnancy symptoms would make a grown man shudder. That being said. Our deacon and his son who is also in our Sunday School came and raked our leaves. Phew! They are pretty great for doing that. It was a lot, let me repeat, a lot of leaves. On a different note, I have this cute little thing to spend the day with so I'm happy.

Don't you just hate it when bloggers you follow don't write for a long time, then apologize for it? I hate myself. Seriously. I've got my reasons. Losing my last pregnancy then getting pregnant right away and then thinking I lost that one and then having to sit around and wait to find out if I was right or not. Not fun. Right now I am 9 weeks this coming Monday. Thursday is our next ultra sound. I'm not out of the woods yet but right now I'm dealing better with it. Mind you, out of five times I've been pregnant, I've only made it to 9 weeks once. Enough about the sad stuff. Well, almost. Hubby fractured a hip three months ago and finally two weeks ago, an MRI found it. Last Monday as in the Monday we were to be getting ready to leave for Thanksgiving, we dropped Sarah at a friend's house and headed to the hospital where Hubby had surgery to put three titanium pins into his knew. Whew! With Thanksgiving plans canceled, I played nurse maid...as in nurse an...