Lucy had a hard time falling asleep last night, and ended up on her favorite napping chair, Al Bundy style. This is about how tired I feel...still. I am waiting more anxiously for the end of this pregnancy than I remember with the other two- mostly because I want to feel better. No morning sickness this time, but it seems like I've had nine months of colds, coughs, and other random diseases. I am hoping that my immune system kicks back in after Jack comes...and that my pants fit me...and yes, I mean my maternity pants.

Josh was nice enough to let me nap for a few hours today...it made a huge difference, but I've gotten to the point where I have little energy and a lot to do. Normally I would put it off and not care, but I feel like I've run out of putting-off time- if I don't do the dishes now, I might not be able to do them later. If I don't clean out that box now, I might not have the gumption to do it later...etc,etc,etc.
Still, I don't expect this baby until at least a week from now. I'll keep everybody posted, but don't hold your breath!