So, we put in an offer on a house last night. I spent all night tossing and turning, worrying about the whole thing. By 9:00 this morning I felt like I was getting an ulcer. The seller came back with a counter offer this morning, which we are none to pleased with. We just sent her our second and final offer. I feel like I can't catch my breath. The stress, the anticipation, is driving me nuts. I'll be on pins and needles until we hear back.

Monday, we will have the second sonogram and find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Riotgeek came up with the perfect boy name and we are still undecided on girl names. I pretty much decided that with everything else that's going on, we could wait until we know what we're having to name the little peanut.

I've finally started to feel some kicks in addition to the little movements and wiggles. That makes me happy :)

Grace is doing much better. The bruise on her face is almost gone and she's letting me brush her injured tooth at full force. The whole episode has made me more protective than ever. I've been getting all "momma bear" with people. -I just really love my family and will do anything to keep them safe and happy. That's all that really matters anyway.