To all my online friends who are recently pregnant (even though you probably don't read my blog)

I'm very happy for you. I really am. I wish you a healthy pregnancy and birth and baby, and as little discomfort and pain as possible.

I'm also kind of sad for myself. You see, I've been not preventing and/or trying actively to concieve for a year and a half now. This is the longest I've ever gone without being pregnant since I was married, and it's hard. Even though I relish the extra time babying Maggie, especially after what I went through her first year (now suspected to be PTSD), I'd really like another baby soon; I think we're ready.

So that's why I haven't posted on your threads to congratulate you yet, I'll try to get over myself and do it soon. Or at least by the time you have your babies be able to go in THOSE threads to congratulate you.

I do love all of you and your babies. Good luck! It's my problem, not yours.

And so I begin to regret the $3 toy from Target.

Bridget had a birthday yesterday. Her present from her sisters was a toy microphone from Target (that amplifies the voice a bit.) All I've heard since is, "She has my microphone! Give me back my microphone! Mommy, she took it!"

Aaaagh. You'd think after 4 years they'd have learned to share, but no...

I am counting the days...

...until tax season is over.

It's been much easier this year than last but still, I'm about ready for it to be done! Jeff has started working "real tax season hours" the past few weeks, and it's getting to all of us. Maggie asks for him all the time, wants to hear his voice on the phone (even if he's not talking to her, but to a client, she'll just walk around listening to him for half an hour.) Emma and Bridget are cranky and restless. I am short-tempered (well, more than usual...) Jeff is exhausted and even his infinite patience begins to wear a bit thinner.

Luckily, next week it's over for the year. Yay!

Then, we're going to Disneyland. Because, we're not tired enough. :p