So I've decided to change my name. Sara doesn't fit anymore. My new name is Butterfingers. I'll be holding a glass or cup (full of liquid) and all of a sudden it falls. I swear it's the weirdest thing. I don't know if my hand stops working or what the deal is, but it only happens when I'm pregnant. Every day when I'm pregnant. I wonder if my mind blinks out and stops paying attention to my hand. It's the worst at night when i reach for the water and end up dumping it all over our bed. Which is no fun anyways, but even worse when you live in mold-land, aka the redwoods. When I was pregnant with Bella, one day my friend Julie (who we were living with) asked pitifully "Do you know what happened to all my cups?" When I first met Nate's mom I was pregnant, and I broke her favorite coffee cup that she had for like forever. Not very endearing. At least I haven't broken anything this pregnancy. Yet.