Noah
Caylee is sleeping with her head in my lap as I finish the movie. She's been exhausted the last few days. Pregnancy has definitely hit her hard. Earlier in the week, the doctor confirmed she is eight weeks along. That was all she could tell us right now. Our next appointment we'll have a sonogram and know more. I switch the tv off and stare down at my wife. The lights from the Christmas tree cast a soft glow on her face. That whole "your wife is more beautiful carrying your baby" that you hear about; yeah it's all true. I find myself staring at her more than I used to which is probably borderline obsessive at this point. It's like my brain has decided I need to remember every moment of this time and I can't help it. My hand rests on her hip lightly. I'll take her to bed in a minute.
