because I laughed when I read the thread title “husband cheating and pregnant with second.”

Poor woman. My heart aches for her being in that situation, and I hope that someone has some good advice for her since I certainly don’t, but…

MPREG! Call the National Enquirer. He’s been pregnant not once but twice!

Or is he pregnant with time?

I think it’s bedtime for me.

- who doesn’t have a gym membership.

That’s right. My two-year-old has a gym membership. Hee!

It’s funny to say it, but really it makes sense. Last night we headed over for M. to sign up for a membership at a new gym (he hasn’t had one in a few months), and they have an indoor playground. We need to get poor Munchkin out to play more, so we thought we could go along when he works out and play there (too cold outside!). But the cost per visit was rather high and the cost for a child’s memberhsip was so low that three visits without a membership would come to more than the monthly fee. So now my two-year-old has her first picture ID card and a gym membership.

She needs a membership to play, but I don’t need one to watch, so no membership for me. It’s not as if I’ll be up to doing much in the way of working out for quite a while.

But the gym also has a leisure pool, so perhaps I’ll have to pay for a visit sometime and get some more use out of my maternity swimsuit before I no longer need it. The pool by us where she had swim lessons is closed for maintenance until March, so I didn’t think I’d be able to take her swimming again for a long time.

But a two-year-old with a gym membership. What a strange place this world is.

I had to go and score 22 on this test. Hee. I was going to quit at nineteen because it was just too annoying, but after struggling to get that many, the answers to numbers 15, 26, and 29 just sort of jumped out as obvious.

I am so smart. S-M-R-T. I am so smart. S-M-R-T.

(via slammerkinbabe)

Number of times I’ve been to the fabric store since breaking my second-to-last sewing machine needle: 5 or so
Number of times I’ve wandered by the wall with sewing machine needles: maybe 12, given my normal meandering
Number of needles I’ve bought: 0.

Guess what I just broke?

Darn it.

Rising sometime in the early morning hours for a snack the other day, I thought that as long as I was up, I might as well check on my daughter. This is what I found:

Silly girl!

Our schedule - which has never been good - has become absolutely horrific after being messed up first by all the travel and then by a slight cold which kept waking Munchkin up. She slept in rather late today, and as she often skips naps these days, I thought perhaps she would skip and we could go to bed at a decent hour.

Not so. She was so tired that she fell asleep around five and slept and slept and slept and slept. I should have woken her up, but I’m not feeling that well myself, so I enjoyed the quiet instead. She slept until a little after nine.

Oh am I paying now. I’m tired and my head aches and I just want to go to bed, but she is still up and going strong. Just a bit ago she pulled her swimsuit/wetsuit off the top of her chest of drawers, where I’d left it, and insisted I help her into it. Now she’s happily dancing around in it, cute girl.

I have a feeling that there will be a temper tantrum in a couple of minutes when I make her take it off so we can try for “beddybye.”