This morning, as she always does, Gabi crawled into our bed to snuggle a bit before starting the day.
After a few minutes I heard her little voice saying,
"Mommy, do you have a baby in your tummy?"
What is up with babies in this house?
"I don't have a baby in my tummy, sweetie."
"Can't you put one there?" She said very matter-of-factly.
If this conspiracy among our children keeps up Dustin and I are going to be afraid to look at each other. :-)
I've had the "baby itch" myself a few times, but I didn't realize it could happen to your kids, as well.
On another note, I'm finally feeling better again. You had better believe I won't be taking any more pain meds unless I have to drag myself to the ER to get them administered.
Thankfully I don't need them that often, and I could kick myself because I only took the last ones for a silly headache.
Five days of recovery for a headache!
Hindsight is 20/20.
I'm just grateful to feel somewhat normal again. My first clue this morning that things were looking up was the fact that I unloaded the dishwasher.
I found myself thanking God that I could do it again.
I'm praying that the energy will hold out long enough to put the decorations away today. Otherwise they might stay up until Feb.