It's Time For . . .

Yep, it's that time. Too bad the exhaustion is more overwhelming than the urge to nest. This is going to take a while. Poor sweet Ross brought Wyatt's old nursery dresser in from storage, even though he thinks (wishfully) that it is much too early! I have washed one load full of pink things. Now I am just worn out after working all day and meeting the demands of a very inquisitive and verbal 3-year-old. I don't know how pregnant moms of toddlers and infants make it the last couple months. Wyatt did start my day by serenading me while I was in the shower with a song that went, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Alllllllllllll the time." How sweet is that?