4 more weeks to go until our family welcomes it's newest member, and I have become completely worthless. Jf has completely taken over the house work, witch has been very humbling, because, when I was in charge of house work our house never looked as good as it does now! So he works all day and still manages to keep this place looking tip top. I'm not really sure why I need to be here.... Just a glorified incubator I guess! On top of not being able to help with housework, I also shouldn't be aloud to do anything around the house that could be potentially dangerous. The other day I thought I might be a good mommy/wife and whip up some chocolate chip cookies. I had a hard time standing on my feet that long, but I was pretty proud of myself until I went to take the second batch out. I looked around for my oven mit to get the cookies out of the oven, but I couldn't find it so I grabbed a kitchen towel and opened the oven door. Out came clouds of the most horrible smelling smoke, and there was my oven mit, stuck under the cookie sheet! I had baked it for 11 minutes at 350 degrees!! I'm lucky I didn't burn down my nice clean house! So the pregnancy makes my body worthless and my brain dysfunctional. I'm and so lucky to have my amazing husband, who is so patient and useful, and my wonderful little boys, who pick things up off the floor when Mom drops it, and will help me put on my shoes and socks, cause I can't even see my feet!
