We've been alternating around here between being very busy and being very tired. We had a wonderful weekend at our stake conference. I really enjoyed the Saturday night session without Madeline distracting us from the talks, and Sunday we joined the rest of Utah county in listening to Sister Beck, Elder Holland, and President Packer. Quite the lineup.
We followed up this great spiritual weekend with two days of nausea, feeling exhausted nonstop, and feeling randomly anxious. Gotta love pregnancy hormones. Madeline got tired of me crashing on the couch while she watched movies and having to be dragged out of bed after she woke up from naps. (For the record, Madeline is not a gentle alarm clock. If anyone is having trouble waking up teenagers in the morning, she's available for work.) But we've felt a little better today, and got out of the house a bit, and Madeline got play her heart out with her little neighborhood friends. So life is good for a while. And maybe we'll finally get around to finishing up the last baby things we've been putting off for a month, like rounding up pacifiers and bottles, and fixing up a diaper station, and other riveting tasks. Or maybe not. I figure if we have diapers, clothes and a crib, we'll figure out the rest. In seven weeks. Seven weeks and four days. Not that we're counting.
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