What to say?

So it's been awhile, I know. Remember the times when I used to update this blog regularly? Remember all those really awesome posts? Those were the days, weren't they? Now I'm just slacking. But my guess is that the few followers of this blog have given up on me. I will try to do better. I just have lots of stuff I want to do. Well, there's lots of stuff I want to write, too. I've always got stuff swimming around in my brain.

And I think, "ooooh, I should make a post on the blog." But then that requires thinking and time....so I don't. I'm awful. I wish there was more time in a day. Everyone wishes that. Except maybe people in prison or some other equally terrible circumstance.

But me, I feel like my days are just a fleeting memory, and oh how I want to make the most of my days!!

So anyway, it's a new year. Yeah, great observation huh? I've definitely got some goals for this year. And they are kind of HUGE goals. At least for me, anyway. Organizing "stuff" is one of my goals. This spring I intend to clean out the attic and organize it and hopefully sell a bunch of my stuff in a yard sale. My other goal is to get all of Vessel's pictures in a scrapbook before the new baby gets here. Holy crap, that will take me a long time. I really enjoy scrapbooking and making each page look all cutesy wootsy, but since I have such an abundant amount of photos, I think I will just slap 'em on a page with a label and call it good. Another goal for this year is to learn how to garden. Last year I grew some peppers, tomatoes, and herbs in pots along with some flowers and other non-edible greenery. Most of the food stuff died.

The peppers survived, but the herbs didn't make it and some of the tomatoes were pretty sad looking too. I am going to get my hands on lots of gardening books from the library and I am going to learn how to grow food! And not in pots either. I am excited about this. I want to spend tons of my time outside this spring and summer, and I want to nurture a garden and grow some delicious stuff. We have the land to do it, so why the heck not? That brings me to another big goal. The back yard is in dire need of some TLC. That sucker is going to take A LOT of work. We've got a fence to take out as well as the roots of those nasty tree/bush things that we cut down last summer. We want to lay down sod in most places and try our hand at some landscaping. I think we could make it look really nice. But then there's a part of me that says "Psh, yeah right. When are you gonna have the time to do all THAT?" Mike has a full time job, and I'm going to be big as a barn in June so I won't be a lot of help, at least with the really laborious stuff. And to hire someone else to do our landscaping will cost a fortune.

I guess we'll see just how much we can accomplish. My dad offered to come help us build a nice big sandbox for Vessel this spring. Maybe I can convince him to help out with some other stuff while he's here. Hmmmm.....

So back to my goals. I want to learn a lot of things this year. I got a book for Christmas on how to use Photoshop. I would like to figure that out so I can make some cool looking photo-art for the bare wall in our dining room. It is SOOOOOO blah and it drives me mad.
I want to learn how to play the guitar since we've got one. And hey, while I'm at it, why not learn how to play that darned organ I inherited. :) See, so much I want to do, and yet, I feel like there's no time at all!!!!
Okay, okay, I'll quit complaining.
Oh, wait, I'm not done complaining yet. I wanted to touch on my pregnancy before I wrap this up. All I can say is, "WHAT THE CRAP?!?" Pregnancy is the weirdest thing ever. I admit, it's kinda cool sometimes. But mostly I just feel like my body is not my own and I really hate that feeling of being out of control of my body. Especially when it comes to food likes and dislikes. Stuff I used to LOVE to eat I just can't even get near anymore. And stuff I used to hate I actually crave. Kinda crazy, eh? Here's an example. I stopped drinking cow's milk about a year ago. Then when I got pregnant my body literally could not handle soymilk at all. Just thinking about that stuff caused a gag reflex. Then I hit my second trimester and all I want to drink now is cow's milk. It's like the baby needs whatever's in it or something. The thought of almond milk or rice milk makes me sick these days. So what the heck?

Food isn't my main concern, however (even though it's pretty high up there.) I'm a little worried about the fact that I'm only 4 months along (to the day) and I am showing like I'm about 6 months. I wasn't that big with the mighty Ship-man. It's so annoying though. I don't fit into my pants anymore, but I'm not quite big enough to slip into my maternity garb. I just feel like a big fatty fatso. During my first pregnancy I was quite pleased that I didn't seem to gain weight anywhere but in my belly.

And now I feel like I'm ballooning out everywhere. Not so good for the self-esteem if you know what I mean. Jeez Louise!

We're going to find out the gender of the little jellybean in a couple of weeks, (that is, if it cooperates and shows us the goods.)

It will be nice to stop calling the baby "IT" and officially start calling it "HE." Yeah, so I feel like I'm having a boy, but what the heck do I know? I felt like Vessel was a girl, and he ain't no girl. Talk about bad intuition. :) Well, I would like to have another boy. It would be more convenient, after all. I've got all the clothes, toys, and other baby junk for a boy. And Vespa will have a little brother to pick on. Sounds good to me.
Mike said, "I only make men." So maybe I'll just take his word for it.
All righty. I think I better stop now since I really can't remember what else I wanted to talk about. But I will post some pictures soon (hopefully.)
Sayonara!