Baby Baby

WOW! 90 more days until little Chito comes to live with us! We have so much to do, and I hope we can get it all done before September.

This past week I've had a horrible cold, and I've missed medicine terribly. I've gone from a cold, to a sinus infection, to an almost ear infection, and now a rattling cough. I've also lost weight from having no appetite--it's hard to eat when you can't taste anything! But the baby is still alive and doing well. Now, I just need to stay alive and get better.

Bah. Here I am sick but posing for my monthly photo of pregnant growth. Sunday, June 6, 2010: 27 weeks, 1 day pregnant/a little over 6 months pregnant; 90 days/3 months to go.

Aww, look at our baby. Just kidding. That's my doll I've dressed up in some of Sanchito's clothes. And that is our infant carrier seat. I really like the handle. I can't wait until he gets here!!

Creations

Here are a few of my necklaces I've created over the past month or so. It's such a fun hobby but I can only make one necklace every few days because of my swollen tingly fingers. I have a hard time pronouncing the word "jewelry" that is comes out as "jewlery." Whatever. So, I don't make jewelry: I create colorful beaded body adornment.

I made this one for my mom for Mother's Day.

I made this one for my mother-in-law for Mother's Day.

Guilty Pleasure

My sickness has turned into a full blown cold. It has taken a lot out of me. I only have enough energy to do one strenuous thing per day like pay the bills, clean the kitchen, do some laundry, etc. I figured today I would make my friend, Amber, a birthday present and card. I made her a necklace, which left all fingers on both my hands tingling and swollen. I moved onto making the card. Half way through I got that dreadful fainting feeling and couldn't breathe. I stopped what I was doing and laid down, but I knew I needed something more. Like sugar. I don't have a ton of things that contain sugar in my house. I could only think of the delicious ripe strawberries cooling in my fridge. I went to grab some berries when I noticed the whip cream and chocolate syrup sitting nearby. I threw them into my bowl and started to nom my way to consciousness. I gave up halfway through though. I couldn't taste a thing; I was eating more for survival than pleasure. Plus, if I ate that whole bowl of sugar, I would put myself into a coma. So, naturally, I told Steven I had a treat for him and he happily accepted my leftovers. I don't feel too guilty about this dish. Without it, I would have died today. And that wouldn't be good on Amber's birthday.

Amber's necklace: clear glass beads and dark purple glass beads