Sam and I are recovering from our SECOND case of thrush. It's been over a month since the first one, which wasn't as bad for me as this second case. I'm finally over it, though. We both took Diflucan.

Sam has broken through the tips of two molars this past week. It looks like he's working on a third one right now. A couple nights ago, he was in so much pain from them that he woke up at 3:30 a.m. screaming. He has been nursing more than usual lately, which always seems to happen when he is teething.

He continues to LOVE to read. We have been reading a book about Moses. If you ask him how Moses crossed the Red Sea, he gestures widely with his arms and makes a "ssssshhhhhh" noise, to represent Moses lifting his arms and parting the waters! It's so cute! He also says, "Hallelujah!" which comes out more like "Halalala." Anytime anyone is praying, or saying the Pledge of Allegiance, he's says, "Amen, amen, amen!"

He has so many new words, it's hard to think of them all! He calls my dad, "Pappy," and my mom, "Mammaw," and Kenny's dad, "Pop."

Leaving for work this morning was especially hard. Most of the time, Sam wakes up in a pleasant mood, but this morning he was really groggy and kind of grumpy. He lifted his little head with messed up hair, and when he saw me getting ready, he cried and reach for me. How can I not go to him? I was 20 minutes late for work this morning, but I didn't care. It scares me a little, how LITTLE I care. I want to be home with him so badly, I really don't care about the financial consequences anymore. He's growing up so quickly, and I'm missing too much of it.

I remember a time when it offended me -- the notion of being barefoot and pregnant and at home -- but now it's my goal. I want it more than anything. Becoming a mother has not only made me less of a feminist (by modern day definition), but it has actually made me angry at that movement which fought to remove me from the domestic role I want. I've concluded there isn't anything at all feminine about feminism. I consider it the enemy of my dreams, and my needs. As I sit here typing this, I'm wearing a nice suit, sitting in a nice office, making a nice wage, and I'm miserable. It's not what I want.