Update.

So...it's been a while. We made it through busy season (barely). Lincoln worked really hard and till really early in the morning multiple nights although I think 4:30 am was the record. He is amazing. We savored the few days we had together but now he is in California working. We are getting pretty good at dealing with separation...well, by good I mean I'm improving. I have actually done dishes this round and not trashed the apartment. Although I still have turned Lincoln's side of the bed into a mound of clothes. Also, our bedroom lamp went out and I have yet to fix that...I just go in my room to sleep =). Sometimes you just need a man to do manly things like changing a light bulb.

In other news, I am most definitely prego. I hate the way most things smell and have been eating frozen waffles and cold cereal for the past week. On Monday I have my 10 week appointment and I get to hear the baby's heart beat! I am bummed Lincoln will miss it, but I will somehow to convince him that I am actually pregnant and really can't cook (at least until my kitchen stops reeking).

So can you tell Lincoln's gone and I have a lot to say? On Wednesday I fly to California for some interviews and some serious Halloween celebrating. I am so excited to trick-or-treat with the kids, to kiss Lincoln, and to be home. The end.

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

While I am not wearing railroad train pajamas to bed, I had a pretty horrible, no good, very bad day. So please indulge me as I complain to cyberspace, because Lincoln is working in California.

I woke up to Monday at 5 am and couldn't go back to sleep.
I was late to school.
I did not finish my homework, but got an extension to turn it in by 5 pm.
I finished my homework.
I tried to eat yogurt (baby needs calcium) and it took 1/2 hour to force it down.
I wore an ugly outfit.
I left campus and got home to eat some rice and forgot to turn my homework in.
I went back to campus and ran to turn in the homework as my car sat in 15 minute parking.
I returned home to a beetle the size of my thumb...it finally died after a few attempts.
I felt sick until about 6:30 at which time I downed some food.
I could not figure out how to work the new washing machine and had no clean clothes.
I have not done the dishes because the smell makes me want to...

On a brighter note, I figured out the washing machine (9 pm)...and have the smell of fresh laundry in my room. Also, I am going to have a baby. So bring it Tuesday.