It's Been a While...

I know it has been nearly six months since I have made a post.  Things have been rather hectic these last six months and they are about to get even more crazy. We have managed to build a shelter for our horses, build a fence, get the horses home, and make a makeshift chicken coop out of our lawn shed until we can finish a chicken coop next year.  Apart from all of that, this past July I was standing in the kitchen talking to Casey as I was packing our lunches.  Suddenly I had the overwhelming sense that I was going to be sick.  Casey asked me what was wrong and I told him that I felt like I was going to be sick. "You're pregnant!" he exclaimed.  "Don't be ridiculous," I told him, "It's way too early to be able to tell that."  As the urge became overwhelming I ran to the bathroom and sure enough - I got sick.  Afterwards, I felt fine.  A few weeks later we had a positive pregnancy test.  In the five months since that morning, I have finally overcome the morning sickness and have regained an appetite again.  My belly is growing with our daughter, Rosaleigh, who is due in March.  With my growing belly things are starting to become more difficult than they were before.  It is strange to have my stomach bumping into things like the kitchen counter, or struggling to sit up to get out of bed, or off the couch, or up off the floor after folding laundry.  Casey is experiencing his own set of changes as well.  Mostly with flubs of things not to say to a pregnant woman...For instance, earlier today as I was struggling to get off the couch with an armful of clothes, Casey suggested that maybe I should walk a little more.  Yep, he actually said it.  I looked at him, tilted my head, squinted my eyes at him and said, "It's not an issue of muscle mass...it's an issue of baby mass.  There is a blockage that won't let me bend down or move my legs as far as I was able to before I was pregnant."  Or, earlier as we were walking through the parking lot to the grocery store, and brusquely because it is a chilly 20 degrees out, and I start huffing...he again suggests that I need to walk more.  I stop short of calling him an idiot (hormones), but again, I tell him that it is not that I am not in shape; my stomach is getting bigger and everything is getting pushed up and starting to put restrictions on my lungs.  I am contemplating on writing a book for all the things husbands and/or significant others should not say when their wife or significant other is pregnant.  I have a list of them.  Casey manages to say something almost daily...  He still does have his sweet moments, though.  For example...I forgot to put the cap on my washer fluid in my car when I filled it up last spring (oops).  When I went to fill it back up a couple of weeks ago,  it still didn't work.  Apparently a mouse had attempted to make a home in there and suffered a rather unpleasant and dramatic death.  Casey spent part of Saturday cleaning out the mess of fur and mouse debris out of the washer fluid tank and got me a new cap for my washer fluid.  And he has been fairly patient when I burst into tears for no reason.  Or when I am craving ice cream at night with candies in it and he goes through our cupboards and adds butterscotch morsels, chocolate morsels, and M&M's to some frozen yogurt because we don't have any ice cream on hand...he still has his sweet moments.  For the flubs he makes, well...I'm just going to have him try on the pregnant belly when we do our hospital visit and take lots of pictures and then post several on the blog for all of you to see...