No funny stories of how I’m going emotionally insane. That’s probably why I haven’t written. Just boring updates. Like I officially can’t sleep on my stomach anymore. This happened about three nights ago. This is always a sad time because I always fall asleep on my stomach. Hmmm… really not much else. I’m sleeping pretty well. Taking a nap almost everyday and then sleeping 9 hours at night. I haven’t been nauseous in a while. I’m a lucky duck, aren’t I? Shane was hoping that we were having twins this time around so that we could just knock all the kids out at once and be done with getting pregnant. But, I honestly don’t want to get it over with. I love being pregnant and I’ll be so sad after we’re all done. If only it weren’t for that laboring thing. But, I’ll be so grateful if this one doesn’t last 36.5 hours like with Caleb.