The night before last I had a dream that I was holding Seth- he was a couple of days old and he was so warm and cuddley. I was so happy. Then, in my dream, I woke up to find that not only did I not have a baby boy but I wasn't even pregnant. I then woke with a start and was so relieved to see my big belly under the covers and to feel my son kicking. I feel the utmost gratitude to the Lord for the gift of life which he has, again, bestowed upon me as a mother. There is an optimism that is born with conception and pregnancy that I cannot explain but gives me such joy. I made a trip to Babies R Us yesterday evening. I haven't been in that store in many years. I felt so warm inside as I wandered the aisles, just looking at all the baby supplies and knowing that soon our family would be blessed wih the presence of yet another little boy. While I am so giddy about getting to meet Seth Paul and hold him in my arms, I am also looking forward to watching Lily, Liam, and Ben nurture their brother. It will be an experience that Tom and I have not been privvy to before, as our children were always so much younger when a sibling arrived- their interactions were different. Now, being 9, 6, and 4, each of them will have their own special way of bonding with their new little brother that will be so enriching to all of us. I can't wait!