How We're Doing

I'm doing better. Not great, but better. Well enough to get by most days. And because I had still managed to gain weight since I saw my Dr a few months ago, I can't really justify stepping up to the prescription. Hopefully it doesn't last as long this time.

Ethan is glad to be getting out more. He's happy that he's going to be a big brother, although I don't think he knows what it means. We've been talking about it and when he bumps into my stomach he kisses the baby better, but I don't think he gets that there will be a real baby. Once when I mentioned that I would go to the hospital to have the baby Ethan said "I go to the hostible when I hurt my tummy and get a baby!" To translate that, the only thing he knows about hospitals is that ambulances take you there when you get hurt. So apparently, when you hurt your stomach, the ambulance will take you to the hospital and they give you a baby as a gift. I think I like that method better.

John is excited about the baby but is feeling a little put out at the moment. More is required of him around the house and he gets none of the attention. I love him for it, but it's still rough. If you get the chance, show him a little love.

There is other little news, but that's all I feel like writing at the moment. I need to finish dinner. And we'll have John's cousins staying with us for the next week or so, so if I'm a total slacker about updating everyone, I promise I'm busy.