I'm still not remotely close to finishing the work for my two-week intensive I finished last week, but the actual attendance portion is over, and for that I am grateful. The early-pregnancy exhaustion combined with the additional four hours daily of out of the home time wiped me out. I spent every free moment sleeping.

Alliclaus weaned herself from the breast this weekend. She just decided she was done. I offered twice a day for the first two days, but she wasn't interested. So, there you go. All done. I haven't seen any significant shrinkage, but I'm guessing that can be contributed to the pregnancy. I'm really grateful that it ended this easily; I was not looking forward to a weeping-and-gnashing-of-teeth-style forced weaning before the NEW Fefe arrives.

I haven't been too sick this pregnancy, although the morning sickness has gotten more frequent in recent weeks. I am, however, ridiculously pregnant-looking, making it more and more difficult to hid my pregnancy from the HR department at my employer (where my department is under close scrutiny). I'm getting more and more used to the idea of another baby, although it would be inaccurate to describe myself as excited just yet.

We've been telling Alliclaus about the new baby a lot and (although I don't think she actually understands the full extent of what we're saying) she seems to kind of "get it." She's started rocking her baby dolls and cooing at them. It's very sweet.

I feel like so much has happened since last I blogged, but I don't really have anything to say. It's been two rather uneventful weeks. Alliclaus has a checkup on Wednesday, where her doctor will undoubtedly tell us that (shocking!) she has a large head. I think he's going to recommend a second CT scan and possibly occupational therapy (since she isn't walking independently yet). That should be a fun appointment for everyone involved.

Well, I think this may be the beginning of a return to the blog, so I shall see you soon.