I knew it had been awhile but didn't realize it had been a whole month since I wrote!

I cancelled my home internet and spend three hours a day commuting so that explains most of it.

I was reading an article the other day from some random women's magazine about doing things you enjoy. I found it refreshing because for some reason I always feel vaguely guilty when people talk about their hobbies that I have no interest in and would bore me to tears.
I always feel that perhaps there is some flaw that prevents me from truly enjoying scrapbooking, camping, or hiking...that if I tried these things I would like them, or that maybe I should.

But then I realized I don't have to care about snorkeling or painting or drinking.

Today I decided to just do what I like. Spend a few hours at an auction and then lie in bed with a summer beach read ALL afternoon.

I feel more like me today than I have in a long time.

And I guess it's probably time to tell you that I think I can finally feel little baby Jacobsen kicking. He or she is expected to arrive at the end of January.

(The littlest BIG reason I have been too tired to write in my blog) ;)