At the end of a particularly gruesome weekend of pregnancy symptoms, I was sitting at the kitchen table tonight watching Little H finish up her lasagna and subconsciously rubbing at the ache in my belly.  Little H must have noticed, though, based by her response.

Little H:  The baby is in your tummy, Mommy?
Me:  Yes
Little H:  The baby is hurting your tummy, Mommy?
Me:  Yes
Little H:  I will fight the baby, Mommy!

I was a little unsure of what to say, so I just laughed.  I don't doubt in the least that she'll fight the baby, I just hope that she lets it grow old enough to fight back.

I still have Halloween pictures to post, but at the momment the task seems daunting.  For now I'm just going to curl up in bed and moan for a little while before bed.