Back to (new) Normal

After several weeks of the constant fatigue, the nausea, the starving-but-not-wanting-to-eat-anything, and the general crankiness, I think it's safe to say that the worst of the first trimester is over. For the last week, I've felt much like myself again, which means the house is less disastrous, Mia gets more attention, and Kevin has stopped cautiously poking his head in the door upon his arrival home (I kid...he hid his fear much better than that).

So we're back to our (new) normal. There are 6.5 months until D-Day (that would "due-day"). For Kevin, that's a lifetime, for me...it's an hour. I already have a long mental list of things I want to accomplish between now and then, and the feeling can be somewhat overwhelming at times.

We have two large home-improvement projects to complete. One is actually being done as I speak, and hopefully will be completed by the end of the day today. The other involves landscaping our postage stamp front yard. When we bought this house in July of last year, it had been a rental unit for many years prior. And, apparently, the talk of the neighborhood. We're slowly working on changing that perception. Hoping to do some major landscaping renovations in the next couple weeks. In addition to these two projects, there's one more large project that will have to be done sometime in the future, and a holy host of little projects to do along the way. There's now an ongoing list on the fridge. Here's to crossing a number of those items off between now and December!

We're also headed to the beach next month (first time for Mia) with both sets of grandparents. We've rented a good-sized condo with lots of sleeping and playing room, so there's plenty of space for everyone. I kinda spear-headed this trip in the beginning, and so far it has been a positive experience. I'm hoping the arrangements when we arrive are as promising as they seem, that Mia will enjoy the sand and water, and that everybody involved will look back on the trip in a positive light.

And did I mention we're going to bite the bullet and start potty-training next week? I don't want to have two in diapers, so potty training is an essential, in my book. Fingers and toes crossed that Mia thinks so, too!

So that's it. For weeks I felt like I was dragging myself through the day, and so this renewed sense of energy is fabulous. Even if it means running around like a crazy person since I know that that fatigue will return again in the end.