week twelve begins...

Now, not that I am complaining or anything, but why is that as the clock stikes twelve on the first day of the twelfth week of pregnancy I feel pretty much back to normal? Maybe even a little bit better? Along that same vein, why is that I just sucked it up and suffered through the fatigue before I figured out I was pregnant, but the second I was sure there was a bun in the oven, my body was absolutely overcome and no matter how hard I tried to keep up I just couldn't? I am still baffled by this even working on number three.



Anyway, with the nausea ramping down and the fatigue wrapping up I have worked feverishly on my initials (which are almost done! and will ship on Monday!!), painted swatches on the walls of my living room (love the color) and the downstairs guest room (um, hoping it dries darker but if it doesn't we'll be living with it because I already bought two gallons of the color...) and made my postcards for Emily's Day of the Dead postcard swap.



Once I get my initials boxed and ready to mail I have to work on my ATCs for Kristen's bird ATC swap and get them in the mail on Monday too. After that I have to make ATCs for my own swap and then after that I think I might be caught up again...is that possible? I can't even imagine...