Autumn is here and it feels more like summer.  Sunny and 80 degrees. We are still spending time at Woolly Swamp and grilling supper.  I feel better with this baby  than any other pregnancy. I am on zofran 24/7, tired and slow, but it is all so bearable. Maybe ten is the magic number?  Maybe I am just getting my hopes up.

Mom and Dad are heading up to the mountains to pick wild huckleberries. I wanted to go SO bad, but I am afraid the winding drive might undo me.

Today I am going to slowly put pretty little clothes in a stack and send them out to customers.  I am going to sit in the Autumn sun and watch the girls cuddle the kittens and the boys chase each other around with toy guns.  I am going to get a new phone because Hazel gave mine a bath, which is okay because the motherboard was hanging out anyway.  I am going to get a call from Levi when he gets to Costco and he will walk down the aisles and tell me what they have and I will decide what will help the sickness. Carrots aren’t working with the slobbering problem this time.

I am going Thank God for my thoughtful husband and all that I have.