The magic 12th Week

No magic yet.

Morning sickness has transitioned to evening sickness, and the cravings have shifted from mac and cheese to Red Robin's Southwest Fiesta Salad.

Yesterday was incredibly sunny and Abby woke up thinking she had pinkeye. The combination formed a perfect storm of calling in sick and lounging in the deliciously smothering heat in our house. As we were eating dinner, she lamented the inability to enjoy a few coronas while enjoying the sun.

I got stung by two bees while trying to mow the lawn, so I stopped mowing and cleaned the downstairs. It was around 20º cooler down there, but there's cat hair everywhere.