the voiceless can still type.

Still no voice. One would think that having lost the ability to communicate in my real life, I would be brimming with things to say here, but alas, no. M woke up this morning to find that his voice is leaving, too. He can still talk... a little... but he's hoarse and his voice is now deep and also really sexy. I mean. If I noticed things like that, which of course I don't. Evelyn still seems fine (thank goodness) and both M and I are feeling quite a lot better--if not well, then at least not too sick. I will say that it makes talking on the phone rather difficult.

I sold some of Evelyn's newborn diapers yesterday. I originally wanted to hang on to them in case we have another baby, but then practicality won out. First of all, it's a little risky to indefinitely save diapers because the elastic can rot. Second of all, money is nice. Thirdly, though, and most importantly... I'll sew my own newborn diapers next time around anyway, and if I don't want to do that... then I can order more. Still, she was so cute in her little baby diapers that it hurts a little to see them go. :) Also! Benefit of cloth diapers that should not be overlooked: how much do you think I could get out of used disposable diapers in resale? ;)

I have not forgotten the "I Can't Live Like This Anymore" tub of shame! Well, I haven't forgotten about it in that I know that it's still sitting there forlornly in my dining room! Just kidding. Sort of. I have removed a receipt and cleaned up three dolls (everyone makes fun of me but I really do feel the need to clean everything before she plays with it. This sometimes creates a backlog.) At least it's something. The problem, really, is that I am spending all my naptimes, and all of my conducive-to-doing-something-else-baby-play-time sewing or planning or organizing myself to sew. I cut a dozen of her diapers out of usage a couple of weeks ago because they've been too pushing too small for ages, and so I have been doing diaper laundry every day. It is at times like this that I kind of wish I could just go order some stupid diapers like a normal person but I have to make things difficult and sew the damned things myself. Why couldn't I have found a normal hobby?

I had chicken noodle soup at eleven. At one thirty, I was so hungry that I was trembling, so I made a quesadilla. It's now three o'clock and I am starving again. I haven't needed to eat this often since I was pregnant! Maybe ice cream would help this time. Oh, and no. I'm not.