Sweet and Sour

So according to http://www.babycenter.com, our baby is the size of a large sweet potato this week. I haven't the foggiest how big a large sweet potato is, but I guess it's bigger than a large onion (last week)..., and smaller than a small zucchini(next week) - makes me wonder if I'm growing a baby or a vegetable.

Over my long and exhonerous weekend, Mr. Renn and his mechanically inclined brother disassembled my car, put in a new clutch, and put the whole thing back together again. Apparently a few screws rolled into lost corners because as I was driving on the freeway yesterday a big piece of the plasticy form that lines the bottom of the car / wheelwell dropped and started scraping on the freeway. Oooh that was not a fun sound. I pulled off the freeway and squatted down as low as I can (which is not that far...) and I tied the thing in place with twine - the only thing in my (very messy) car that I could think of. I pat myself on the back for having a messy car that contained random items that can come in handy in the case of unusual emergencies. My makeshift job held steady until I got home and gave Mr. Renn a lecture on how putting things back together means putting all the screws back. Not much of an adventure, but as good as it gets when you're me.

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Tonight is a real adventure. For Valentine's Day, Mr. Renn and I are taking a cooking class together. I let him pick the class he wanted to attend, and Mr. Renn who loves all things that remind him of Mexico picked a class called "Some like it Hot." Aren't I a good sport? Normally I would love this sort of a thing, but normally I'm not pregnant food-hater. I'll be taking one for the team tonight.