I have been feeling very discontent lately. I want to have a baby so badly. I look around me and are all the other young mommies popping up in my midst. I know it would be best to wait one more year so I can get my masters, but is it really that important? I think I could convince Matt to try for a baby next summer, but right now that seems so far away. Right now this summer seems so far away. Ugh. I know that I am still very young and don't need to be having children quite yet. I also know I need to enjoy time being alone with my husband since a baby won't go away for at least 18 years. But it's like there's this space in my heart for my baby that feels so empty. I know, that sounds horribly. And I don't think a baby will complete me or make me happy, I just long for a baby. I am so excited for pregnancy and being a mommy. So excited.

Besides that, I got a letter in the mail today from an old friend. I send out letters to my friends back in Michigan quite frequently since I'm not much of a phone person. But I rarely hear back since my friends aren't as fond of writing as me. But I usually hear from them later that they like getting the letters, so I just keep sending them. Anyways, I received a letter today. I don't know about you, but something about handwritten letters just warms my heart. I love reading what's going on in my friends' lives through their own handwriting. It's so much more personal than email or even typed letters. I used to write the longest notes to pass in class in high school. I still write the longest notes now! But I hope I can give my friends the feeling that I'm there with them and I'm just telling them about my life. So if you ever want to make my day, send me a hand written letter. I love mail.

I didn't get much sleep last night. Matt and I both had a lot on our minds so we kept each other awake. This being the case, I think I'm going to get ready for bed... At 9:00 at night. I really must be an old married lady now!

Sleep tight.