This little guy decided to potty train himself about 3 weeks ago. (Little bums in underwear are stinking cute.) I was not super pleased at the timing as I was still feeling pretty sick and absolutely exhausted each day. Max would say, "Mommy, I need to pee!" And I would reply, "Max you have a diaper on, just pee in it!" I'm a little ashamed now that I think about it, but I was just trying to survive. He seriously did it on his own and has had very few accidents. Minus the two times Zannah and Max decided to spread his little deer-like poops all over the basement carpet and play an odd game of "Smash the poo with hand weights". I'm still trying to forget about that. 
Second monumental moment is I am on to my second trimester. Which means I have 12 weeks of daily shots in the rump and suppositories and lab checks and transvaginal ultrasounds behind me. Marcus was my primary shot giver, until January came around and he had business trips 4 weeks in a row. My mom stepped in and gave them to me while I was in Malad for a week and then she and my dad drove up and spent a few days with us to give me shots again. I also have some very, very nice friends and co-workers who stopped by morning and evening to administer injections the other days. To say I am excited that this part of my journey is over would be an understatement.
