nothing of importance

I was just telling the hubby this morning how sick and tired I am of being sick and tired. This part of pregnancy is just stinking miserable. At least I'm not quite as religiously devoted to the porcelain throne as I was the last two times. And I'm eating a slightly wider variety of food. Last two times, I was guzzling Gatorade and chomping Twizzlers and fruit snacks. This time I'm actually able to down a little oatmeal. I still can't eat anything more than once or twice. If I see it a third time, I might just lose it. Third time is not the charm.

And smells... Oh. My. Goodness. I can smell a stray pea that Gunnar discarded on the floor. Onions. Gag. I even saw a bacon commercial that almost made me lose it. Even the thought of smells. I have to stick my head in my turtleneck to mask any potentially scary odor. 

Enough about me. Gunnar's second birthday is today, and we didn't really party hearty, but I'm hoping I'll feel better in a month or two to throw some kind of fun little shin dig. We ran by Whole Foods and picked up a lovely little chocolate torte (thanks to me mum) and a little cuppycake in celebration. Gunnar opened his gifts, played with his balloon, and blew out his two candles with gusto. I love this child. 

Gunns has grown up so much in the past few months-- talking like a big boy with full sentences, singing songs, imitating his big brother's shenanigans, and entering into the independence of the twos. "Gunn-gah do dat!" He insists that he is able to do anything, and then when he finds out he can't, he cries bloody murder. But he's generally a mellow boy still who often is serious (especially when dancing), yells to announce his presence, insists that we look at him when he's doing anything important (like riding on Daddy the "elephant"), and plays silly echo games with his made up words ("tobby, "odote", "pumbum", etc.) 

Sometimes I think ahead and wonder how I'll manage with three kids and two arms. But these two are getting to be a little less maintenance, and hopefully I'll have Gunnar potty trained before the little Bambino arrives. 

And just to let you all know... we are doing things the old-fashioned way, which means not finding out whether this kiddo is a boy or girl. I'm actually looking forward to the surprise this time!