Pregnant, much?

There is very little doubt that I am pregnant. You know, besides the 30-week belly and the fact that I can't sleep.

I have, in the last month, made a dough recipe in which I forgot the salt, not once, but TWICE. The first incident was pizza dough (on a day we had supper guests, no less). The second was bread. Not just one loaf, but a batch of three beautiful, salt-free loaves. Luckily for me, the Music Man insists that it's really not that bad, and it just makes him think of his Aunt who, apparently, always baked without salt.

Further evidence of pregnancy - Today I cried while reading "The Lorax" to Monkey. I cried. At a Dr. Seuss book. (a sad Dr. Seuss book, I will admit.)

Things have been chugging along around here. Nothing too exciting is happening, but we're keeping busy. Monkey turned three last Tuesday, and now has a plethora of fun and amazing toys. He also had his first dentist appointment this week (they call it a "Happy Visit". Like the rest won't be quite so happy). The hygienist was really great and showed him all the cool tools and he let her look in his mouth and count his teeth, so I'll call it a success. He is enjoying a "Dance Exploration" class at the local dance studio, in which his is, not surprisingly, the only boy. Oh, and he is excited for Halloween, now that I have finished sewing his Knight costume.

That's it for now. I may get around to posting a prego pic one of these days, but then again, maybe not. Have a good weekend, everyone.