The dog days of summer are finally here. It’s 95 degrees and humid, and on these hazy days all I want to do is lay my naked body along a stretch of porcelain tile. But I can’t.  Mainly for 2 reasons:

1) We don’t have tile flooring.

2) We have a house full of visitors.

For some strange reason, every person visiting the city of Boston during August has decided to seek accommodations at my house- Casa de tired-as-hell-pregnant-Momisodes.

Some of the visitors are my family members and others are not. Therefore, some know that I’m pregnant, and some do not.  We hope to tell more people once we move past thirteen weeks.

Which is making hiding this pouchy, I ate-a-few-too-many-brownies belly, all the more fun.

Although I am fortunate enough to not be puking my brains out during this first trimester, my body is making up for it in the form of extreme exhaustion.

I look like I could have serious OxyContin issues.  My level of consciousness can only maintain its integrity in 4 to 5-hour increments.  Then I hit the wall.

So I am going to cut myself some slack and take a little break from posting.  Just for a few days.

But I am still here making my rounds to your blogs, and reading all of your wonderful comments that make me smile (and feel less whale-ish).

I may be a little slower though. Because these cute little Mac keys on my laptop aren’t so pretty indented on the side of my face.

Would it be wrong if I told my visitors I have mono?