Is it 7 yet? ... Now? ... Now?

Michael and I both caught Elijah's bug. And even though it's affecting us differently, we're both miserable. I, however, can still move around, so the t.v. is I am taking care of the baby (like a champ, if I do say so myself). He took a 2 1/2-hour nap, which is amazing, but for the last hour, I've just been waiting impatiently for 7 o'clock so I can put him to bed. I'm a really good mom.

While trying to distract myself from what a bad mom I am, I found this article about having a baby, and it made me really emotional. I guess it could be the sickness, but it really spoke to me about how I felt after Elijah was born, and it made me feel good to know that I'm not the only one who was scared to talk about it. I definitely didn't go into it thinking it would be a fairy tale, but I wasn't expecting what I got.

Only 20 minutes till dinner time for the boy.....