Mini-me?

After barely surviving the adventures of Cao, I fear the worst. The past few days have been interesting as I have dealt with dizzy spells, cravings, nausea, bizzare hunger, and mysteriously nasty cramps that dissappear the next day. Fear in all this? Another mini-me or mini-husband. So, now I am striving to remain calm and seek to feel silly when I discover that this is all a false alarm. After all, I at least deserve one summer of bikinis and a narrow waistline. The countdown begins. Future updates coming.

As for the munchkin, Cao is currently 'sleeping.' I can tell by the sounds of his music box that he just turned on and by the cooing 'da da' noises. He finally has his first tooth on his bottom gums. So far I have been lucky not to be bitten. However, the crib hasn't been able to escape the rath of a teething 7 month old. Many hours are spent gnawing at the top rail. I feel as though I own a hamster for a child.