It's official. I am in a crafty slump. I've lost my will to craft. Rich says to chalk it up to the general ickiness. So maybe when I hit my second trimester, I'll find my inner crafty goddess. But for now, she's gone. Taken a holiday. Maybe to Greece. And she'll come back, tan and refreshed and ready to make stuff. Until then, I'm on hiatus.
Damn pregnancy, taking my craftiness. How dare it! I'm offended.
By the way, according to BabyCenter.com, my baby is now the size of a fig. Maybe if I could visualize a fig, that would mean something to me.