It’s hard to type a post with sticky fingers.

So, Kate asked me “what’s the haps” with the up-and-coming baby.

The whole morning sickness thing has disappeared. Now I want to chow down all day long. (Right now: home made buttermilk biscuits and honey. Thus the sticky fingers.) Here in Washington we have the very best strawberries – no, really. They have such a high water content, they will mold 24 hours after they’re picked. They melt in your mouth. They make California berries cry in shame for their woodiness. Alas, the season only lasts for 3-4 weeks. But while it did, I ate strawberries every waking moment. That’s not true… I stopped eating them long enough to eat salmon burgers by the gross, slathered in ginger wasabi sauce. And strawberry season may be over, but now it’s cherry season! And our local peaches and plums are debuting at the farmer’s market! And let’s talk about Mexican food! And -

Sorry. I’m just kinda hungry. (Still can’t handle sugar, but at this point, it doesn’t matter as much.)

I have to be careful with these sticky fingers, though, since I have developed an abnormally early case of PUPP. Almost all cases are first pregnancies, almost all are in the third trimester, but my iconoclastic self went and broke out the welts anyway. I want to take a bristle brush to myself. My midwife said she has had clients have good results with light therapy, but I doubt I’ll go that far. I’d like to avoid seeing my name in the paper under the headline, “Blotchy Naked Pregnant Woman Arrested for Indecent Exposure.” I’ll just sit here and scratch, thanks.

The kiddos are very excited. The Bear has switched and decided he wants a boy, but the Princess is insisting on a girl – even though she knows it means eventually sharing her room. Next week, if the little critter cooperates, we will know one way or the other.

But I think I’d better sign off for now. I’ve finally got the stickies taken care of, and there are some jalapeno potato chips calling my name…