I know Jews don’t do the whole “Saint” thing, but if we did I would nominate my landlord, Yossi. Since he found out I was pregnant (yes, I will admit I am already playing that card), he has been driving me and Yonah up to Rivka’s every morning and then dropping me off at my bus stop so I don’t have to hike up the hill. It’s a lovely thing, being able to slide into my seat on the bes without feeling like I’m going to dissolve into a puddle, and Yonah gets a kick out of being chauffeured from his seat of honor, otherwise known as my lap.

Today was business as usual. I headed back to school after our wild weekend while Shuie stayed home sick with a cold, poor boy. A whole bunch of my friends from Midreshet Rachel were also out sick with a stomach bug so it felt a little like a ghost town at school today. After my morning classes I slipped out early to pick up Yonah. We came home to a sparkling clean house, thanks to my wonderful hubby, who took two hours to clean all the dishes and straighten up the kitchen and living room. Bliss…The afternoon flew by; Yonah and I had a long play/tickle session on the floor and a visit from Shmuel Yaakov and Rachel, during which Yonah sampled about a half dozen of Shmuel Yaakov’s tea biscuits. By the time I turned around it was almost bedtime.

Shuie, Yonah and I are still recuperating from our weekend, so it’s early to bed for everyone tonight. I have a full day tomorrow, morning classes at MRC and then an afternoon class at Simchat Shlomo. I’m a little anxious about leaving Yonah for that extra stretch, but I have confidence in him. If it turns out to be too much for him, I’ll just have to readjust things a bit. Such is life.

In other news, I spoke to my father today and he said he may be coming to visit sometime in December. I’m really excited. He’s insanely busy with work so we don’t get much time to chat on the phone; it will be nice to have some extended time to visit with him. I hope everything works out with his schedule. My brother Josh and his girlfriend Katherine may also be planning a visit in the Spring, so I’ll be able to get my family fix at least once per season.

Okay, I’m forcing myself off the computer. In the words of the lovestruck Juliet, “Good-night, good-night. A thousand times good-night…”