28 weeks.

Oh Beck,

you poor pumpkin.  You have been quite miserable the last... 5 days or so... and we're not done yet.  You are teething something awful.  Best I can tell, all four of your top teeth are coming in at once and your two bottom incisors are not far behind.  That means when they're all out you'll have 8 teeth.  Whoa.  The good news is that one has just broken the surface.  1 down, 5 to go.  :(

Last night was a particularly rough night for you even though we dosed you up on baby ibuprofen.  You woke up several times screaming.  And screaming.  It breaks my heart to see you in such pain.  As if that wasn't bad enough, this morning is a Friday, which means I had to go to work.  Today, for the first time, when I kissed you goodbye as Grandma held you, you held out your arms for me to take you.  I had to leave you with Grandma though, my sweet boy.  We'll get through this soon, but not soon enough. 

This weekend is Father's Day.  We had planned on going to the Chicago Fire game with dad, but it is supposed to be rather warm this weekend, so I'm not sure if that will happen or not.  We shall see. 

I just hope you feel better soon.

Love you.