I’ve always been a sucker for a good nap, but since I’ve been pregnant I’ve turned into an absolute sleep junkie. For the past several weeks I’ve been sleeping ten or twelve hours a day (not at one stretch, but that’s still a lot for me), and nearly every waking second I’m thinking of my next fix. My disappointment knows nearly no bounds on those days when I realize my nap window has passed and I will actually have to stay awake until bedtime. All I have to say is, thank God–and I do, every day, believe me–that I have such an understanding (and enabling) husband.

Honestly, I don’t think I write enough–or could write enough, for that matter–about the wonder that is being married to my husband. We’ve been together for seven years now, and at least once every day, still, I look at him and am overcome by how much in love with him I am. I simply cannot believe the incredible good fortune that is my life.

And as if all that weren’t enough, we’ve got an extremely comfortable bed, for which I am, of course, headed now.