Hey - Happy New Year!

So, it's been awhile. Almost a month...that's a long time for me.

Anyway, quick updates - the party went well, in my opinion. I had a good time, but was a little disappointed I couldn't have a few drinks - seems like since I've been pregnant I crave beer. And normally, I hate beer. Just one craving I can't give in to. What else do you crave, you might ask. Well, fruit. It started with oranges. Oh, those oranges. Yum. And grapefruit. And now I've moved on to apples - with peanut butter. And I just made Mike buy some cherries from the store, only because I saw them in a book we were reading to Quinn and thought that would be good. I saw them in a book - and I wanted them. At least my call for cherries came on the night Mike goes to the store anyhow. The other night we went out and got pickles and strawberries for me. That's right, pickles. How typical is that??? At least this time I don't crave all the horrible food that I did with Quinn - like cake, brownies, and cookies. Maybe I won't gain 70 pounds again. That would be nice.

We're having our ultra sound next Monday (the 29th). It was originally scheduled for TOMORROW, but I start a class out in DeKalb and had to change the appointment. Darn priorities. I'm anxious to learn boy or girl - if only so I can continue my nesting instincts and go through all of Quinn's old clothes. We're not sure this would be the last, so my plan, if it is a girl, is to either donate or sell all of the really old boy clothes (we're lucky enough to get lots of hand-me-downs, but some are from Zach, to Nick, to Henry, to Quinn - and really, they're just not cutting it anymore. That and Zach is like 11 or so now) and then I'll save all then nicer outfits, just in case we decide to have another. I might do the same if it's a boy, but I'd probably keep more of the old stuff. We'll see.

We ordered a new kitchen table from Carson's and I am so excited. Not only will it be our style, but I won't need to use a table cloth every day, which gets a little old when you have a 2 year old sitting at the table with you. Right now, we have a beautiful table from Mike's grandmother. But, it needs to be covered, and the chairs aren't the most sturdy chairs you've sat on. The thing is, it has to stay in the family, so if Mike's mom doesn't want it, we'll be storing it in our basement.

I'm procrastinating - I've got 38 report cards to do and so far I've only done 9. And that's not the narratives. Ugh.