Yesterday, Sara and I were enjoying some lovely choclate covered strawberries, when Isaiah walked over with his hand covered with the contents of his diaper. So gross. I'm pretty sure Sara was even less amused than I was, being in the first trimester of her pregnancy and all. Poor thing. That's so gross!
I don't envy that part of pregnancy at all, but I do miss it to an extent. I told Jon I wish I could be about 32 weeks pregnant for a few months (though im sure I'd regret it). It's the perfect week. Not too huge, but you can feel the baby move ALL the time. Wonderful! That's what I miss...feeling that little tiny baby moving in my belly.
We're going to have more kids, but I'm hoping that doesn't happen for another 3 years or so. I'm pretty sure these screaming sessions and sleepless nights are the best birth control ever.
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