I think something is going around. I've got that bug where you hear things all day and all night. The one that has you seeing everything in miniature. The bug where you constantly smell sour and stinky. The one that gives you bags under your eyes and keeps you in sweatpants and t-shirts all day. It makes you leaky and tired and emotional. I think the babes gave it to me. I just can't seem to shake it. I can't stop thinking about it- I go to sleep with it and wake up with it...it is consuming me. Brian keeps telling me it will go away...that we have to wait awhile.

I'm pretty sure the only cure to my illness is to make it a reality. I've got baby on the brain and, I'm not going to lie, I've been praying for another set of twins. Four under three- does that make me crazy? Baby crazy maybe...