Jami Vs the Krakorian Death Virus

So, Jami, drop a bomb on us and disappear? Not my intent, believe me. Know what's worse than being sick? Being sick and pregnant. Can't fight the way I normally would. I had some sort of evil alien Death Flu and my normal weapons (NyQuil, Mike's Hard Lemonade, Extreme-hot showers, even McDonalds Double Cheeseburgers) were all off of the table. The cheeseburgers because my pregnant belly decided that all solid foods were the enemy. So I suffered and moaned and spent lots of quality time in the bathroom and my bed. I'm in recovery, thanks to Gatorade, Tylenol and relatives who kept Captain Chaos busy so I could nap and vomit in peace. I intend to get back to the blogging, once I've had an entire day of eating and not feeling weak and sick. On a much sadder note, my heart and prayers go out to my brother and sister-in-law, who are suffering a loss of a pregnancy. Those of you who are praying folk, please keep them in your prayers as they grieve. They are a model of strength and faith even in this and I know that God will bless them even in this tragedy.

Jami Has Been a Little Preoccupied

And here's why, first this . . . But we didn't want to say anything until we saw this: We're calling him Shrimpy Boy at the moment, because we are hoping for a boy and he's, well, sorta shaped like a prawn, you know? But I'm sure we'll have a better name by September 28th. What's even better? My brother and his wife are ALSO expecting, due October 2! Gonna be some interesting beach pictures this summer at the family vacation.

Jami Loves a Good Contest

My dear friend Patrick is having one, over here, where you can explain your worsest ever Valentine's gift for a shot at some cool prizes. So go check it out.

Jami Has a New Favorite Sign

Now that's just always good advice.