Yeah, I'm still here...and the huge mountain of laundry has been conquered (despite the throw up incidents). Our status? Sick. They are all sick except me....oh wait, I'm always sick! Ha ha, I'd almost forgotten.

Thanks to Jason for so kindly agreeing to come home from work EARLY so I can still go to work despite the sick kids. Guess I should go pack a lunch...or dinner...or snack...something edible.

Oh, and I am getting fat. I have never enjoyed this. I try, I really do. But what is there to enjoy about not fitting into any of your clothes? I have been reduced to wearing the same two pair of pants (larger than normal, but not ginourmously pregnant size) and sweatshirts. Hard to look classy dressed like that (not that I ever looked classy, but I would even go for acceptable at this point). Ah me (to quote Shelly, quoting Shakespear).

Worryworrywart

You know what? I must be past the first trimester because I ate breakfast this morning and then I had a cupcake for dessert. Heaven help me.

I decided to create a separate blog for my dealings with OCD/Anxiety. That way, those who are interested can look and those who aren't won't have to sort through it all. I've also had people ask me for advice--which totally cracks me up since I am the one always searching, and this is another way to organize and post new information.

It's Called WorryWort.

Love you all and thanks again for your support and kindness in everything!