We're still house hunting. We're still not sure if we'll end up buying or renting for another year or two. The whole thing has been rather stressful. We'd probably just be content to stay here for another year if our landlord wasn't freaking out about his poor choices of mortgages. There is no way we're going to pay $1200 a month for this place. As Grace is so fond of saying, "No deal!"

I'm starting to feel better, at last. I haven't had morning sickness in a few days. I still have a very weak tummy though. The weirdest things will make me puke at the drop of a hat. For the first time since Grace was born, her diapers are actually gagging me. It really makes me want to get pushy about potty training, which would be bad for all involved. I just try to encourage her, and be as patient as can be with the whole thing. I just really hope that it all clicks for her soon. I'd like to get her out of diapers before little peanut is born.