It's pretty obvious that I've been MIA lately. Sorry about that. We were traveling at the end of May and beginning of June, and after those trips, I was beat. Completely wiped out. I started feeling like crap, too. I was queasy all the time, and extremely irritable. When 2PM hit at work I was ready to get home and go to sleep. And I would pass out in front of the TV at 8:30 at night. I thought it might be the heat. Or my lack of exercise. That's it, I decided. So I woke up at 5:30 the next morning and went for a walk. I felt a little better, but not completely. I looked online, and determined it might be my thyroid. So on that Saturday in June when I came home from work at 3 and told Big T we had to go to the pool because I felt queasy and like I was going to crawl out of my skin, he said, "Are you pregnant?"
No....NOOOOOOO.... nope, nope, nope. Not pregnant. Definitely not. I think it's my thyroid.
That Monday I picked up a pregnancy test on the way home from work. Just in case.
And you are now looking at a proud family of four.