Updates

I successfully finished, addressed, and mailed 8 of the ten New Year's cards that I previously posted about. Go me.

Also, I think the sonogram may have been wrong. As in, I think I am growing a baby elephant. That is the only explanation for why I just dumped a cup of choc chips into my pudding and for why I keep wanting hot chocolate milkshakes, which I realize make no sense but sound incredible to me.