Gin and Tonic

Singapore, 2011

I would really like one.

Tomorrow we have our first anatomy scan and might know if it's a boy or a girl. So that's exciting.

The last couple of days have been rather stressful though. I've been in a tizzy over real estate, mumbling to myself like a crazy person about how ridiculous the prices have gotten in our neighborhood.

The answer, of course, is that we probably shouldn't move if it's causing anxiety, but the cloud is there nonetheless.

When I'm not muttering and cursing about absurd price per square foot statistics, I'm lamenting my terrible housekeeping skills.

Perhaps hormones are making me more scattered than usual, but I seem to be able to accomplish only half of any useful task. I wash our clothes, then forget to put them in the dryer so they start getting musty and I have to begin the process all over again.

Or I buy wholesome groceries and then feel utterly unable to do anything with them, resulting in an English muffin and banana for dinner.

I tried to do something nesty last night and made banana bread, which turned into a disaster. I did it in a sort of haphazard way and forgot the salt, eggs, and baking soda. I managed to mix them in at the eleventh hour but the results were kind of sad and slab-like. I am really not a baker.

All in all, kind of cranky, but I am sure it will lift.