It's probably going to snow.

No pictures today. My 500 dollar, prized posession nikon d40 is being sent out soon to be fixed and the only camera we do have dies after about five seconds.

I finally talked to a nurse about my "near fainting" experiences the past few days. After I give Lucy a bath I usually start to black out and have to sit down wherever I'm standing. It's not like a bath is that much effort but apparently my body has really low blood pressure and blood sugar. I've been cleaning the house like crazy every day, it's that nesting feeling. But I have to stop doing that, for the sake of Jude.

I'm folding some of his new clothes I washed, along with some of Lucy's old unisex onesies I just found in a box in my closet. I love to just sniff the laundry like a weirdo and imagine him all scrunchy on my chest, smelling like powder. MMMMMM... nothing better than a fresh baby.

Apparently more people are reading this blog than I realized. I like knowing people are reading this, so I know I'm not wasting my time.

Well, my troop just walked in. His muddy boots are all over my white carpet. Ta Ta.