Can it really be true that the crazy boy above is really nine years old? I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday he was born. I remember being told we'd probably never have children due to my having severe endometriosis and scarring and then the pleasant surprise that we were indeed going to be parents, the nine months of the worst nausea and vomiting I have ever experienced in my life and the look of horror on the doctor's face when she delivered Ben because he was so huge. You don't expect to have a 10lb 9 oz baby when you only gain 7 lbs!
Ben had a nice day today. Lots of presents, lunch at one of his favorite restaurants (Famous Daves) and ice cream pie for dessert. He had a little trouble blowing out the nine candles on his pie, but his sister Macy was more than happy to help him out.
Now we're just playing the waiting game for baby #5. Unfortunately I seem to be developing a very nasty cold. I only hope that it will be gone by the time the baby decides to make her appearance. I still need to do a few things, so if she could wait just a bit longer, it would greatly be appreciated.