Can you tell?

Can you tell I haven't been feeling as well again? Even though I have such a cute inspiration every day, I just can't get inspired to sit and write when I feel crappy. Call me a wimp.

We had a pretty good day today. I felt really yucky this morning, so it was nice to have Jeff around. But he had a fencing competition at 11 am, so Andrew and I did our normal rainy day puttering around the house. "Puttering" means taking every toy out and spreading it around our already chaotic household. I don't mind so much anymore, because it distracts from the inches of dust and grime that are covering the floors and tabletops.

After Andrew's nap (have I mentioned the big boy bed thing is going GREAT?), we headed over to the rec center to watch Jeff fence. Andrew was VERY excited...partially because he likes to cheer Jeff on, and partially because he knew we were going to the pet store afterward (they are right down the street from each other). We showed up just as Jeff was going to fence...perfect timing. Unfortunately, Jeff was fencing a 4 year old. Okay, he was probably 12 or so, but he was seriously a third Jeff's size. Andrew is programmed to yell and cheer loudly, but this match just didn't seem fair. So imagine my embarrassment as Jeff soundly beats this small boy and Andrew is yelling "You're number one Dad! Nice shot". Cringe. Luckily, a few minutes later Jeff was forced to fence a grown man...who soundly beat Jeff. It helped to quiet any people angry at Andrew for rubbing the first win in the little fencer's face.

By the second bout, Andrew was bored. So I asked him if he wanted to go to Petsmart. He starts almost running towards the exit. I say almost, because he stopped at one point to tell a complete stranger that he was going to the pet store. She was a bit confused.

My favorite moment at Petsmart today was when Andrew was looking at the fish. There was one all alone in a tank. Andrew said "Mommy, look at this sad fish. He is so sad. He misses his family. He misses his mommy and daddy." How cute is that?

Then we met Jeff at a restaurant for dinner. And as soon as my food was delivered, I felt like puking. How embarrassing. The waitress comes back as Jeff starts in on my meal. She is instantly apologetic, asking me what was wrong with it, could she get me anything else, etc etc. I finally told her nothing was wrong with the food, it was me. She looked confused, so I told her I was pregnant. She smiled knowingly and said, "Ooooohhh."

End of our night. We are now waiting for bedtime. Tomorrow we have to go to church because we are joining and apparently they announce it at the service. Pray to God, Allah, whomever you pray to that I feel better tomorrow than I did today. I'd hate to throw up on the altar the very first time we are presented to the congregation. Okay, it would be bad anytime to throw up on the altar. I wonder if they'd still let us join?