Posts have been a bit scarce around here of late, the reason being that I have felt enormously crappy the past couple weeks. My poor Silas has had to put up with more griping and general craziness than he should have to. I laid on the couch and complained and cried all last week, with a few happy exceptions (I won the scone-off on Saturday!). And Silas patiently tried to calm me down and make me feel better.
Everything started like this: My lactose intolerance symptoms that had gone away when I went off of dairy came back, at intervals, for no apparent reason. Thus began my complaints of "My tummy hurts!" I was tired, so the housework pretty much fell by the wayside... And worst of all, I turned into a complete and utter emotional wreck. My poor husband. Poor, poor Silas.
But we are not dumb people, Silas and I. And he and I, we began to suspect. On Monday night our suspicions were confirmed when we discovered that I am pregnant; Silas and Elisabeth are about to become Mama and Daddy Snider! How exciting is that? VERY FREAKING EXCITING!
(Also, I claim that this explains my mishap in the kitchen.)
Feel free to post your questions in the comments section and I shall answer them in a post in the near future (Pending pertinence).
Love from Elisabeth and Baby ( I won't speak for Silas - though I suspect he loves you all in a roundabout sort of way...)