Well, CJ and I are down to two months... two more months until we find out what happens when you take a pinch of me and a dash of him and shake thoroughly! These days I am finding that pregnancy is no longer glamorous and cute, it's actually pretty nasty. My feet are taking on a scary resemblance to my great-grandma Cecilia's, like overstuffed bolster pillows, and I sleep in sporadic bursts. But when I do get deep enough into REM cycle and actually dream, I have visions of the most perfect ball of energy and light... and she giggles. Isabelle Lillian, we are getting quite ready to meet you baby girl.
