But life isn't really ending

I should make it clear that even though there have been dark, dark days, they are not also often without a lot to enjoy - even, tonight, feeling tiny (probably imaginary) flutters against my fingers on my belly. But at 12 weeks, Boris is the size of a lime and if he's like his sisters, he is going to be constant motion. But dear Lord, please do let him be less active than Penny. 

Penny has been sick the last couple days, which complicates the process of trying to wean her (because she's so pitiful i'll do anything for her) and also means lots of snuggle time reading books. I've been spending more time with Kaylen after putting Penny down for her nap, too, which means projects with "sparkles" whenever possible. So my job is not too horrible. I have, in fact, been neglecting housework as much as possible this week in order to have better time with them, because Kaylen had been feeling neglected, i think, and that is something i want even less than, well, being sick and tired. 

But today i really was sick and tired and Jason came home half an hour early to bail me out. He brought home a pumpkin and carved it with the kids while i lay on the couch. He really is awesome.