Hi all!
I love these stream-of-consciousness threads!

Then I don't sound quite as disjointed when I've been interrupted fifteen times in five minutes by my brood while trying to post

... Oh hang on, Charlie's pulling every last tissue out of the tissue box, sigh...
Ok, I'm back. Yeah, I don't really fit into my regular pants very well anymore (although I'm still stuffing myself into them, stubborn vain mama that I am!

) and I have to wear maternity tops over them b/c otherwise you see my poochy belly. But it still doesn't really *feel* like I'm showing (even though I'm obviously in denial about that

) b/c you know, I had a poochy belly BEFORE I got pg, it's just that now I can't suck it in anymore

! Thanks to the extra padding I've received by birthing four children in five and a half years

, well, let's just say this is one HECK of a well-insulated fetus I'm carrying

!
I'm sorry so many of you are still dealing with nausea and puking -- that just sucks!

I seem to be mostly on the other side of the ms, (thank you, thank you) but my energy is just at an all-time low, and it's getting REALLY old! I'm normally a very high-energy, multi-tasking, fifteen billion things on my to-do list kind of mama, and so the first trimester blahs are really putting a cramp in my style!

: You'd think I'd be resigned to this by now, since it's happened four times before, but oh yes, that famous pregnancy amnesia has taken its toll on me, too!

Can't wait for Friday when I'll find out just how pg I actually am and can count down the weeks until I'll start to get my groove back!
Charlotte has climbed into my lap to nurse three times while I've been posting

; ouch, ouch, ouch! It's the witching dinner hour, she's bored, and I'm an easy target; there's a reason my nursing stool is located under my computer chair!

My food diary for today, if anyone were to see it, would read: "Shameful, shameful!

OMG! You didn't! Awful, and.... not MORE! What are you thinking?

"

Leftover halloween candy + coffee cake (see yesterday's chit-chat post) + late afternoon chocolate milkshake pick-me-up = shameless hypocrite in my usually-uber-healthy world of organic, whole foods. Hmmm...but I *did* eat a bunch of raw veggies at my LLL meeting this morning (actually, come to think of it, that was breakfast

) -- surely this good deed helps to counteract my later sugar binge?

Okay, I think the kids are on the verge of mutiny, so I need to stop and finish dinner. Kieran has given up on his homework and is now trying to bungee-jump off the sofa, Hanna is alternately twirling in her leotard (gymnastics day today) and cheering him on, Cameron is running around in a shirt and nothing else pretending to be a dinosaur (a T-rex, judging by the noise and level of ferocity

), and Charlotte is alternately whining b/c I won't nurse her a 6th time AND trying to climb onto the table so she can dance up there (her favorite new trick.) Please tell me this scene sounds familiar and I'm not the only one with crazy kids at this time of day!

Guin