I'm freezing my you know what off.

Yes, I am. And I don't like it.

I have to go outside to do laundry, and I HAVE to do laundry today. This blows.

Okay, enough complaining.

Georgia weather is soooo incredibly fickle, I can't even tell you. Last week I walked from work to the theater (it's like half a mile) at four oclock in the afternoon. It was about sixty degrees. Today it feels like 19 degrees. Friday it's supposed to be in the fifties. I don't know how to adapt to this. But at least the light at the end of the tunnel is really, really close.

I hit my second trimester sometime next week (or maybe the week after?), and I'm really starting to feel it. The nausea comes and goes, but it goes more than it comes, which is nice. And I still feel like I could sleep alot, but that's getting better too.

I got to hear the heartbeat again at my last doctor's appt, which is nice. So now I only have to worry for another three weeks about whether or not everything is okay. It's like three weeks of constant worry punctuated by a few days of knowing it's fine. Hopefully this subsides once I can feel the baby move.

I don't have much other news, we work, we come home, I sleep, we work somemore. Maybe next post I'll have something exciting to share. If I thaw out by then.