Well it's been another week. I seem to be at that point where the waiting is starting to get to me. I have about 13 weeks left. Just saying that makes it seem like a short time, but I feel as if time is dragging by. I want November to get here so bad. (I know I'm due December 6, but I have to have a C-section. That means I get to pick the day.) Patience has never been my best virtue.
Talking about patience . . . I don't know if my nerves can handle a two year old that is definitely going through the terrible twos. My hormones seem to have me on a rollercoaster these days and Lillie is becoming an expert at throwing fits. Between her fits and trying to get her potty trained I'm a bit frazzled. I don't want to seem as if I'm complaining. I know this is just a stage, but I will be so glad when it's over. On the other hand it's so wonderful to see her getting a better grasp at her language skills. It seems to me that every day she's able to put more sentences together, not to mention asking questions!