It continually amazes me how compassionate and caring Connor is. Now that I am pregnant with #5, well, its just harder. I don't know if its because I am older, its always this hard and I have forgotten or because I have 4 kids to take care of. It doesn't matter why. But as with all my pregnancies I get evening sickness. About 4 pm I start feeling tired and ill and it lasts until I fall into bed about 8:30 pm.
Last night Connor asked me to tuck him in. I sighed and said, "really, I'm feeling really bad". My strong little man said, "Its okay. I can do it myself." It melted my heart and I hopped right up to tuck him, while he still needs me.