Whew, what absolutely rotten weather we've been having. Humid, humid, rain, humid. The weeds are growing like monsters in my garden as I helplessly watch through the window. For some reason, there's also a phantom patch where nothing will grow. A big huge patch of dirt in the middle. I've tried planting things in that spot 3 times this year. Only one lowly beet shot out some leaves that were promptly nibbled by some insect. Maybe when I stop feeling like I'm on a rocky boat all the time, I'll get out there and whip the garden back into shape.
I did manage to do the dishes yesterday. The bile was in my throat the whole time but I did it. I even cooked soup. Normally, just looking at the kitchen makes me want to throw up. I think maybe, I might be feeling better soon?
On the very plus side, we went to the midwife friday and heard a heartbeat for the first time. That was intense. The midwife was very pleasant and encouraging and gave me crackers to eat. What doctor does that? No doctor that I've ever met. The bed you lay down on for an exam is a real bed. Comfy. Best of all, you get to test your own pee. It's true. They show you how to use their pH strips and hold them up against a chart to check for blood sugar and other things I don't remember. Plus, it's like going to french school because she doesn't speak english. Forces me to exercise my french muscle.
In closing, I have this to say about Michael Jackson. He was alright. Let's move on now though. Dude became crazy and did a whole lotta drugs, no big mystery. People should have had plenty of time to mourn the cool little dude, he used to be as he's been the walking undead for many years now. Is Don Knotts still alive? That's what I want to know.
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