All by myyyyyyyseeeeeellllllllllffff.

So, the significant other is gone for 5 weeks and it is just the boy and I. However, we are currently in the company of a patricularly vicious duck toller, two disgruntled cats, several large high powered rifles, and a whole whack of unpredictable pregnancy hormones so don't get any ideas possible lurking undesirables : -p.

I hate it already. I don't like being alone. Granted, I'm not exactly alone, but when one is used to having another adult around, being suddenly single presents a host of interesting challenges. For example, I have not showered alone in the past week and not having someone to distract the child so I may pee in peace is a bit of a bugger. As fun as it is to listen to him sing 'Jera-whya was a bullfwog' at the top of his lungs, there are certian bathroom duties which do not require musical accompaniment, thankyouverymuch.

On the upside, I have many, many, many ripe tomatoes that I must deal with in some fashion and my first batch of pickled beets (from my very own bug eated, slug infested garden...aka'organic') turned out smashingly. I used my Grammie's recipe. It calls for 1 cup of sugar...or more, a half a handful of pickling spice...:-) and doesn't get any clearer than that, so I was somewhat worried. But they are very yummy. Oh, and just a PSA and an FYI, if one's child consumes 1/2 a jar of pickled beets, one should expect the contents of said child's diaper to be somewhat alarming for the next day or so. This is important to remember so that one does not inadvertantly start hyperventilating and suspect internal hemmhorage.In the 39 seconds it took me to remember the offender in the aforementioned child's diaper, I had quite the adrenaline rush going there.

Adios for now : )

Hallo.

So, yes, still a very very bad blogger. I've been pretty miserable, but not super duper crazy on IV fluids miserable. Just constantly nauseous. I'm on double the dose of the drugs I was on last time and 4 gravol a day in addition. It doesn't seem to be getting any worse, which is a blessing. I'm still having good days and bad days, but my bad days aren't as bad as they were 3 weeks ago.

My baby is 3 years old now. Or 'I free, Mama' as he puts it. It's pretty unbelievable. Wasn't he just born last year or something?

I've finished up at the university for the most part. I've still got some part time contract stuff, but that's it. Dennis has a 5 week contract to do some bird banding, which is good. So, I'll probably have to start the job hunt soonish.

So that's all the boringness I can muster for now. I shall blog more later, I promise :).