I got set apart for a new calling today, and my bishopric laughed out loud at me because I couldn't get up out of the chair without help. If they think that's funny, they should see the rigamarole we have to go through to get me up off our broken, sunken-in couch.
But, I'm not too uncomfortable yet, so I'm still enjoying pregnancy. Josh always kisses me goodnight and then kisses my belly goodnight too. "Alex, this is dad. I'm your favorite." I'm okay with him saying that: Daddy's my favorite too. :)
