Fixed!

I have no idea what happened to the blog, all I know is that after 20 minutes of feeling really quite smart about computers, I fixed it. :o)

I also locked myself out of the house tonight for the...5th or 6th time?...since being pregnant. I blame the new door handle/lock thing Greg put in. Could just be a case of the pregnancy dummies, I suppose. Thank GOODNESS I have a very nice, sweet, brother-in-law who comes and lets me in. (I owe you, Shawn.)

Tonight I also had another attack of the Pregnancy Police. I was eating dinner in the teacher's lounge (parent-teacher conference night), and someone actually took the potato chips away from me and told me I didn't need anymore sodium, as I'd surely swell up like a balloon. Really. She put them on the other side of the table where I couldn't reach. Seriously. And then I didn't really know what to say, so I had dessert, which was some pretzel-cream cheese thing, and, well, the pretzels had a lot of sodium, too. So... take that Pregnancy Police! :o)

I'm also seriously confusing my Starbucks Baristas. I say sorry every morning I go in. I was initially a Granda Nonfat Chai girl, and switched over to be a Grande Nonfat White Mocha Misto kind of girl, and they'd have it made and ready to go. But in the last 4 and a half months, I've changed my order at least a half a dozen times, to a point where I had to say, "I'm sorry, I'm actually pregnant, not suddenly some wishy-washy high maintenance kind of girl." And now they just ask me what the baby wants in the morning. So, to my Baristas, mainly Becky, Stuart, and the guy with the long hair: I'm sorry for my confusion. Come June, I will be out of your hair, and only bugging myself in the morning about what to make to drink. Oh, who am I kidding. I'll be there. :o)