To all my loyal readers

I am pleased to let you know that Elijah is set to become a big brother sometime mid-October.

I am more grateful than you know to also tell you that I am feeling better than I did when I was pregnant with Elijah. The drugs appear to be helping and I am finding that eating really regularly helps to make the sickness not so severe. I have had my moments, but I am optimistic that I can handle 30 more weeks of this.

What I hadn't expected was the extreme tiredness. I'm guessing that is partly attributed to the fact that there is a toddler cruising around our house. However, I have found myself wishing that I lived in a culture where it was entirely appropriate to have an daily afternoon nap.

And now a cute little Elijah story that I have used to remind myself that I can get through nine months of pregnancy so I get to be a part of another life as cool as his.

I was putting Elijah to bed the other night. He had his sippy cup of water in his hand (which he has taken to cuddling with at night) and lay him down on his blanket (because he likes to sleep ON his blanket). I said "Good night Elijah. I love you." And out from the crib I hear my barely talking toddler say "Love you." Bless a mommy's heart.