I slept in SO LATE this morning. I woke up around 7:30, and then catnapped until 11:30. But I feel pretty good right now, so I'm not too bothered about sleeping away half the day. (I am glad I got two batches of fudge made last night though.)

All during my catnaps though, my dreams had a central theme: ice cream. Paul and I got up (it was really nice to have him there in bed with me – he was programming an IRC bounce while I slept) and he was wrastling with the dog, calling her a corndog. We looked at each other and both said “oooooooooh. corndogs.” So Paul is on his way to Weinerschnitzel for corndogs and an ice cream for me.

It's nice that he's playing the part of the doting husband. I can tell he's happy and totally on board these days and it's really great. I never pictured what our life during pregnancy would be like – mostly because I tried not to think about it at all after the first two years. But this is turning out pretty well.

(Now if the stupid santa hat stickers would just GET HERE we could send out our awesome Christmas Cards and tell the world!)