I really am having a hard time staying out of the dulldrums. Seeing her crib, little clothes and bear just make me so anxious. But, I guess I am guaranteed that it will end someday. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Heavenly Father knows when the time is right. I just pray that it's soon. Gosh! If I do go two weeks overdue (Dr. B. thinks she is only FIVE POUNDS right now), that means that she will be born on Christmas Eve. Man, I hope it doesn't take that long :)
