Oh, how I love her let
me count the ways… But, oh
the repetitive questioning has begun to
push me to the limits of
SANITY. “Where are we going to,
Mommy?” and “What I eat for
dinner?” and “What he doing?” and
“Where did he go?” and  “What
I eat for dinner, Mommy?” It
goes on and on. I promise
I’m not starving the kid. But,
we did have a late dinner
last night, and I was trapped
in my van with her for
what seemed like an eternity, but
what was really only fifteen minutes.
Apparently pregnant women get antsy at
the same time as toddlers do!