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I'm trying out Google Docs & Spreadsheets because I need a place to compose my blog entries that isn't solely on my computer until we get our bedrooms moved around and my computer downstairs. Right now my computer is completely inaccessible when The Biscuit is taking a nap. Very annoying sometimes, but admittedly most of his naps I spend napping. Ah, the joys of pregnancy.

I guess I should mention that I'm pregnant again. My husband claims that he didn't plan this, but I find it suspicious that he-who-knows-my-cycle-better-than-I picked ovulation week for our first vacation since our honeymoon. We got back from vacation and I have felt like crap ever since. I cannot get enough sleep, my nausea is worse than it was the first time (which was baaaaaad), and I am grumpy. I stifle it during the day because I don't want The Biscuit to think I'm annoyed with him, but man am I no fun to be around. I know I certainly don't feel like being around me.

Also, for the past 2 or 3 days I haven't turned on the TV. Hubby found an article on Slate.com that talks about a possible link between TV viewing in very young children and autism. Well, if the American
Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) is going to recommend no TV viewing until the age of 2 then I guess I have to get behind it. I don't exactly consider them to be on the bleeding edge of parenting issues; any large body that is full of medical professionals is going to take awhile to get behind a new idea. So, my logic goes, if they are behind it then it's pretty much a mainstream idea -- or it should be. Like the whole breastfeeding until the kid is at least one idea.

Speaking of which, the other big event is that The Biscuit his weaned himself. Yesterday was the first day of his life that he didn't nurse at all. And he just didn't care. I think he was ready 2 days before, but I didn't get the clue. There were 2 days of "yeah, I see you sitting on the sofa, but I'm over here playing, ok?" instead of his usual scooting over to be picked up and nursed. This is the only reason I'm thankful for the nausea. Instead of bawling my eyes out because this special bond is over, I'm just happy that he's not pinning me down by laying across my lap and making the nausea worse.

That's it for now -- I need my nap.


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Looks like Google's stuff worked. Maybe next time I'll try their publishing feature instead of cutting and pasting myself. Although I'm not too comfortable with giving my Blogger password to Google.