I am too sleepy to write a coherent entry.

• Milo is up to eight teeth, I think. His sixth came in maybe two weeks ago, on the bottom left. Then out of nowhere we saw that he has two molars on the top! No clue when those showed up, but we noticed them last Friday. Before long he'll be a chewing maniac.
• I MIGHT be feeling the baby moving. Possibly. Sometimes there's sort of a pushing feeling, like some very tiny thing is shoving to get out of my body. Honestly, I barely remember what those early movements felt like with Milo. So I could very definitely be making this up. I ought to just enjoy not being kicked and punched, because I do remember what those later movements felt like, and once the novelty wore off, it was not so fun.
• Every time I'm convinced that the "morning" sickness is truly over, this dumb baby goes and reminds me that no. It is not. Last night was particularly rough because I actually had to get out of bed in the middle of the night in order to go throw up. And then I threw up again this morning. But I am still thankful that the sickness is not quite as persistently often as it was with Milo. So at least there's that.
• We have officially pulled Milo out of daycare. This week he's with grandmas, and next week he'll start at an in-home daycare that's just down the street from us. There are many reasons we made this decision:more convenient, way less expensive, nice and neighborly, healthier food, fewer kids to be spreading illnesses. Andrew and I are pretty excited for this new development and hope that Milo has an easy transition.
• Seems like I am especially bad at Getting Things Done these days. My new glasses have been ready to be picked up for a week. My car is beyond ready for an oil change. Laundry doesn't get done until I am out of shirts that fit over my belly. I have, however, begun to remove the ugly wallpaper border that is currently hanging in the future nursery.
• I am getting antsy to find out the sex of this baby. I go to the doc tomorrow and will then schedule my sonogram—should be about four weeks from now. We're going to have another gender reveal party like we had with Milo (that I basically took zero photos of). I'm more excited to find out and for the party this time because I don't have a preference. And I know that whether it's a boy or a girl, he/she will be amazing. That said, every time I think about life with future baby, it's a girl. I think this is just because Andrew has been exclusively referring to the baby as a girl. You'll have to ask him why he does that.
• I need a nap. Badly.