Random Stuff, Starting off with Gross

So I finally threw up for real. I don't gag nearly as much as I used to, but brushing my teeth can be a bit of a challenge. So, yeah. I was brushing my teeth and gagged three times and the third time I threw up. I always try to keep that third time from happening because I know it will result in actual vomit (and I know this because it has almost happened a couple of times). At least it was just a small amount.

Moving on! This Sunday is Irina's birthday. If you've been paying attention, you'll know she's about to turn four. Which is insane! Did you know that Harper was 4 when Irina was born? It seems like that was just a little while ago. Plus I keep looking at pictures of Saren at around the time Irina was born and just after and she looks so young.

Anyway! I originally was planning on doing another homemade birthday, like we did when she turned two, but I just couldn't get it together for all homemade. As it is, I am still going to make two of her presents. I'm not finished with them, but as they are pretty simple things, I think I'll be okay procrastinating as usual. And I'm going to go out and buy her something or other as well. But I can't think of anything to get her at all. This house is so full of stuff. What can I possibly get for a little girl who already has a ton of her own toys plus a ton that are hand-me-downs from her sisters?

We have a mormon lady who comes by once a month and gives me candy or baked goods or stuff from the dollar store. She asks if we need anything, I smile and say no, and then she says goodbye. She hasn't said one thing about my expanding belly, even though I'm quite sure it didn't look this large before, so she can't be thinking I'm just getting fatter than usual. It's starting to irritate me. I'm not going to say anything if she's not. One day I'll just answer the door with a baby in my arms and up the awkward factor by about 20. Then what will she say??? Huh? What then?