...and the story continues...

It's funny when you realize that your life has become one where you sit around waiting for your son to poop.

The sick train has not left the station in our house. Seems Finn's charming habit of sticking his fingers in my mouth has left me with some horrible raging virus. After two nights of fevers, I'm feeling marginally better. Dick Cheney has it all wrong with water boarding. A baby could bring the most hardened enemy combatant to his knees through a combination of the common cold and sleep deprivation.

Me and my boy managed to get out for a walk in the sunshine yesterday. Getting some of that all-important vitamin D that the PNW so dearly lacks. We stopped for lunch and then I bought some birthday wrapping paper. Yes, BIRTHDAY, as in FIRST BIRTHDAY. It's less than five weeks away. I honestly can't believe it.

We made it, people! Well, almost there.

Finn's birthday means Spring and Summer, warmer days, more sunlight, and the end of the long winter. I love that. We're not sure when we'll jump back onto the TTC train, but for sure it won't be until the fall. So this will be the first summer where we won't be TTC, pregnant or adjusting to a newborn. I won't be in school. I won't be taking the NCLEX. I won't be startnig a new job. For the first time in YEARS M. and I will have nothing to do but enjoy each others company and enjoy being a family.

Now, time to do the time-honored butt sniff to see if my son has finally pooped so we can settle down for our morning nap.