The Krazy Kyles

"I am excited that maybe I missed the first half." This evening Laura concluded on the root cause of her life problems. The weight loss plateau, mild mood swings and urges to rearrange the house added up to just one thing. "Tim, I just saw my belly move." A good way to get your husband's attention! "Do you feel anything?" Laura asked, sticking her little belly out as far as it will go. "Uh, it just feels like muscles to me honey." Thinking... "Maybe we should try a test." Tests are cheap and history forecasts no sleep at night for me until we have an answer.

This may bring up the question of birth control in your mind. Rest assured, reader, we haven't let down our guard. Ever.

A few minutes later... (after a negative test)

"I guess my intestines are kinda wild cause they are jumpin' around down there. It feels like my lentils are kicking." I agree, those were excellent lentils, but I remember hearing something about 24 more pounds of them in a barrel somewhere from Y2K. Mexican Jumping Lentils?

Happy Sabbath,

This morning we didn't make it to chuch. Laura isn't feeling extra social (at this point that is expected) and we are busy. Not having Peter mind you, but trying to have him! We purchased a vile of Castor Oil (misspelling intentional). Early this morning I mixed up a nasty cocktail for Laura with some orange juice and baking soda. After a few more hours of sleep, Laura woke up to discover it was remarkably effective. However she's still pregnant, just 4 lbs 5 oz lighter.

On a positive note Laura is nesting. Nesting and "day of rest" don't mix so we compromised and took a walk (Laura 3 cats, Tim 1 cat) followed by scrubbing the tub. Laura is now taking a nice, warm, relaxing bath while listening to the service at College Church and waiting for Castor Cocktail #2 to take effect.