I think E is getting really tired of the “I can’t, it will make me throw up” excuse. Believe me honey, no one is more tired of that excuse than I am. I’m constantly at Puke Threat Level Yellow, with sudden flashes of Threat Level Red. I advise the American people not to stand between me and a bathroom. Don’t think I’m not loving the excuse to get out of some things (litter box duty) but when I can’t even do the dishes it’s just annoying. I have about a 10 minute time limit on physical activity before I need to hold really still and take deep – hopefully scent-free – breaths. It takes a lot more than 10 minutes to clean my house.

This weekend we’re having family come to visit. I’m really excited, because some of them haven’t been here before, and I love showing people around my house and my town. But I’m getting a little stressed. E suffers from an as-yet-unrecognized by the medical community disease known as dirt blindness. He is incapable of seeing that a floor or a counter or a bathroom is disgustingly dirty and needs to be cleaned. I wish I had pictures of his apartment in San Diego where he “lived” by himself for 8 months. No, those aren’t unnecessary quotation marks. The only thing he ever unpacked was his computer and the only thing he ever cleaned was his beer glass. Don’t be mad sweetie, you know it’s true. He’s really doing a good job of helping while I’m at less than 100%, but when he can’t see the dirt he can’t clean it.

Don’t even suggest that I not worry about it, everyone knows I’m pregnant, they’re not here to see the house they’re here to see us. Lies. You obviously have not met my mother. I think I may have to avoid food on Friday morning, tie a scarf around my face, and break out the rubber gloves. When my mom shows up on Saturday she’ll just re-clean everything anyway. Love you Mom!