Happy Tuesday, blerg. Horribly, Flickr/Instagram (I haven’t figured out who the culprit is) is doing this annoying thing when I upload my photos from Instagram to Flickr: only uploading about 1/4 of the images. I noticed it the last time I blogged but thought eh, maybe that was too many photos anyway but then I noticed it AGAIN today so I probably should complain. To someone.

I spent the last 4 days working and hanging out with my in-laws, who came into town mostly to repair some of the old fencing in the backyard that had been knocked over by a windstorm. Clearly I am pregnant (and therefore emotionally “soft”) because I let Fleeta talk me into going to IKEA, a place that I have purposefully avoided for years. Mainly because: 1. I don’t really like shopping 2. I don’t like shopping at big huge stores 3. Minimalism leaves a lot to be desired. Sure enough: SO BORING. However, the Swedish meatballs were tasty. Too bad my pregnancy-induced heartburn didn’t let me fully enjoy them. Heigh ho!

I did not work out, besides short walks, the entire time the in-laws were in town. And I ate SO MUCH. SOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUCH.

Turns out Fleeta loves doing what I hate: finishing quilts. I pulled out a quilt that I had made my parents a few years ago that needed some repairs, and her and Shirley and I did a “Stitch and Bitch” session, repairing it together. Maw.

Fleeta offered to take the quilt back to Spokane with her to finish tying it (I tie less than 25% of my quilts–again, that whole “finishing a quilt” problem) and I said YES PLEASE!

Weeeeell this was a few weeks ago, the last time the weather was really nice. It’s coming back. In fact, this weekend at the place we like to go camping it’s supposed to be 90 degrees! I’ve already started pressuring Joshy into taking me camping this weekend.

Beautiful delphiniums.

Here’s Brat Cub playing hide-and-seek at the park with Mommy for about 10 full minutes the other day–boy was I mad!

I’ve been craving a lot of fresh fruit lately, but so far the only fruit that has lived up to my high taste expectations has been some incredible pineapple from Trader Joe’s. Mmmmmmm.

Yes, I am a victim of the succulent trend and so what? Look at how cute they are!

Do yourself a favor and follow the IG account @juniperfoxx if you want to look at adorable pictures of foxes and dogs all the livelong day (and why wouldn’t you?).

Love that Mel Brooks!

Pregnancy check-in: I am currently 7 weeks and 1 day pregnant, and my little boy is the size of a blueberry. Other than the day we went to IKEA, when I had terrible heartburn and sort of a vague nausea all day (I blame the questionable expired lime juice I put in my hot water that morning), I have had no “morning” sickness. Boobs still hurt, and are HUGE. I’ve packed on a few pounds, but I’ve been eating everything in sight, so that’s to be expected. FOOD IS DELICIOUS, DID YOU KNOW THAT?

In a couple of hours I go in for my first official ultrasound, which will be performed by my doctor at the clinic, who I haven’t seen since I’ve been pregnant. Josh is going to meet me at the clinic. Excitement! Excitement! Maybe I’ll get one of those smeary black and white ultrasound pictures too, who can say! Maybe it’s too early. Well. At any rate, I’m still looking forward to it.

In other news, my two week job ended, and I don’t have anything lined up until next week, so maybe I’ll blog again this week. If Flickr gets its shit together, that is. Oh yeah, I should probably e-mail them now.