So...I haven't blogged in a while.
Why not, you ask? I got discouraged, I got busy, I picked up more hours at the hospital lab.

I had a baby!
That last one was the hardest one. Lots of people are really good at being pregnant. I am actually really bad at being pregnant. Good at rock climbing, check. Good at running super long distances, check. Good with animals, check. pregnancy is my kryptonite

Lot's of people glow. They spend their time exercising vigorously: going on hikes, jogging, dead lifting. I'm pretty sure the only exercise I did was run to the bathroom in time to throw up. I basically spent my time sleeping for 12 hours a day and puking for the other 12. I sucked at pregnancy the first time, and I sucked at it the third time, too. In fact, if it's possible, I think I get worse at pregnancy every time.

And if that wasn't enough, I can't even manage to push the baby out at the end. My first baby: 24 hours of labor, no progress, c-section. Second baby: 36 hours of labor, head stuck in the birth canal, c-section. Third baby: I didn't even try. C-section.

Luckily I get a cute little magic fat baby at the end. Another little werebear-doomicorn hybrid
AKA a doomibear to eat all my food and make me poor.

But I'm back at it! I got to exercise my smarts so I don't lose my mind!
Also, Phoenix is still rad. It's hot, and rad. HOTRAD.

We're also going on a road trip with toddler, which I am going to intensely blog about. In order to save my sanity.