J and I ended up going to Wichita yesterday to get some supplies for his work. It's so cool for him to be able to just randomly up and decide to get supplies and eat lunch on 'work time'.

Oh the joys of salary.

He mentioned yesterday how he's simply and truly happy with his new job. He told me he isn't taking his anti depressants anymore, because there isn't any need - he's just happy with his life right now.

I'm happy for him. I'm so very proud of him. I knew that with the right amount of support and the right chance he would succeed at his dream job.

I'm so in love with him.

Last night we laid on the bed and played Trivia. We had fun, more fun than we've had since we've moved into this place, as far as I'm concerned. We giggled (yes, he giggles) laughed, and 'stupid stamped' each other. It was wonderful.

Being with him is wonderful, actually. The more my pregnancy makes me sick, the more wonderful he becomes.

I'm truly lucky to be with him.