It's Friday! Yippee!

Wendy is off shopping with her parents in Commerce today. I'm really glad I got to meet them, because I've heard so many stories, so now I can actually picture them when Wendy is talking about them. Her mom has a very sweet, gentle face that makes you feel right at ease. Her dad is just like mine. Worried about her car trouble and trying to make sure she doesn't get ripped off. :-)

Xon is off to lunch with his mom. Hopefully he will bring me back something to eat. I'm trying to convince my stomach that coffee is filling, but it's not working so far.

I've been working on Dawn's baby scrapbook like a mad woman. Trying to include every possible detail so Dawn will always remember her pregnancy, and so Baby Alex can read what everyone was thinking before he came--and know how very much he was loved from the moment Dawn called us to say she was pregnant. I even have an e-mail from Dawn from when she took a pregnancy test a few days too early, and it was negative. She was so disappointed. But, in fact, little Alex just hadn't made his presence known yet.

Dawn has been really good about keeping me in the loop, so I have filled lots of pages. Last night Xon said, "Just think if you two lived in the same town. You'd have 1,000 pages!" :-)

On one hand, I am sad because I know having a kid will mean even less time with my sis. On the other, it will mean one more person to love! So I hope that will fill that spot in my heart. Anyway, I am praying so hard that Baby Alex will just wait 11 more days. That may be selfish, but Dayta is my sis, so I can't just not be there. I hope Baby Alex likes me!

--If Xon didn't understand how fiercely protective I am of my family, I don't know what I'd do. He always says he knew when he married me that he was getting Datya, too. :-) Anyway, he helped calm me down last night when my heart was beating a million miles a minute, wondering if the next phone call would be Dawn saying she was in labor. I wonder if I wouldn't be so antsy if I already had a child of my own. My mom is handling it very well. Of course, maybe my dad would refute that.

I can see my desk again at work! Only because Wendy has been handling most of the search committee stuff while I caught up on regular work after my incident. God bless Wendy! I think I will feel less overwhelmed when I come to work on Monday.

Have a great weekend!