More books . . .

For the past two days or so, I've been having some painful and numerous contractions and have ordered myself to bed. I've got to keep this baby in here at least a few more days, and luckily, I am able to be in bed because my lovely sister, Julianne is here to care for my kids. During each contraction, I think that surely there is no way I can stay pregnant until the 22nd (when my C-section is scheduled), so I'll keep you posted. We may have our little one sooner than we thought. So, in my state, I can either will myself to have more contractions just by glancing at a clock, or I can read books. I'm trying to read books. I've read these:

Three Against Hitler
The true story of three young German LDS men who actively and fearlessly tackled the Nazis in their own way in Hamburg, Germany at the beginning of WWII. They paid a very large price for their bravery and the story is chronicled by one of them, Rudi Wobbe, a survivor.






A Cup of Tea: A Novel of 1917
by Amy Ephron

A much lighter, very quick little novel about a love triangle during WWI in New York. A good "bathtub book," as my friend Allison calls it. (In other words, it doesn't take a whole lot of brainpower, but the story is good, nonetheless.)