It’s Monday morning. But the best thing about Sunday nights is that my dear hubby cooks dinner. That is a good thing at any time, but these days I look forward to it even more. The same old hum-drum meals that I make are less and less appealing to my increasing mealtime nausea. He cooks something new, something different, something delicious. And I enjoy the meal more than ever. This was a good weekend for meals because the evening before we went out for Ethiopian food with another couple. Good food, good company, and good kid coverage at home (both Mom and Charlotte).
The rest of the weekend was filled with lots of music making, aimless walks to the pond and maple forest, collecting rocks to break ice on the pond, meeting a very interesting neighbor in the back field while Jaska enjoyed playing with his two dogs, making headway on some cloth diapers, drawing, polymer clay, muddy boots, and knitting. Oh, and fencing for Graeme and Zach, which they continue to enjoy very much.
As for baby…. nothing much happening there. My dad is guessing very early tomorrow morning. That would be very convenient because it would get me out of two appointments I’d rather not attend! Tomorrow is my “due” date. My history is – from oldest to youngest – 2 days early after falling on my butt and sliding part way down the bowling alley; nine days late; four days late; two weeks late.
Have a good week. If you don’t hear from me, assume I haven’t had the baby. I will post something soon after there is news!