And after 12 weeks of Morning Sickness...

...life begins to become bearable.  Surviving will turn to thriving.  Patience, patience.

But first, some venting because the cleaning has definitely suffered, along with our diet, exercise, and sleep.

Just for laughs

Disclaimer:  I love a lot of chores.  Ironing, dusting and organizing/decluttering being my favorite.  But I can't de-stress that way when there's broken glass on the floor, the neighbor's calling, there's nothing to feed on, there's a #2 diaper, I forgot a family birthday, and I'm falling asleep.