Mike asked me to post...

So here I am, posting. Not that I really have anything to say, but he said he likes reading them.

So let's talk about people, and how people just aren't all that nice. I accidently bumped into a guy on the way to the post office today. I was carrying 5 boxes, I couldn't see in front of me. I'm 8 months pregnant and huge. It's hot out, and I still have half a block to walk to the post office. I said I'm sorry. The guy screams at me and actually kicks at me. Are people just awful or what?

Let's also talk about balance. I feel I have lost whatever little balance I had left. I fell three times today. Once down the front steps, once in the driveway, and once on the back deck. I am simply amazing. So I managed to keep balance when I touched up the paint in some places, and painted the double window. It was bothering me that it wasn't done yet. I wanted to see what it would look like. (Not anyone that helped's fault! I said to leave it and we'd do it later. I'm just impatient.) Then I cleaned out the bathroom again. The tub needed a good scrub. If you want super clean stuff, then get Limeaway. It's the absolute best. It makes my bathroom white.

So all of this was done before noon today. The rest of my day was spent resting. I watched my soap operas (watching my grandma really got me into the Bold and the Beautiful and As the World Turns... it's sick.). I sat on the couch, took a nap on the couch, made some salads... 3 to be exact. I was a fan of salad today.

The house belongs to Mike and I this week, which means we run around naked and throw booze parties. Aah, to be in college again. No. The highlight of having the house to just us this week is me having access to two washers and driers at the same time. Adulthood is fun. This just further proves that Mike and I really need to get our own place. Then I could be excited about laundry more often.

I am huge. I'm ready to get this baby out. Of course, the floors aren't done, so she'll need to wait another week or two. That's wishful thinking, of course she won't be done cooking by then. I wish she would be. It is near impossible to be comfortable no matter what I do. Although, right now there is a little bump on my tummy that is a foot, and I can press down very lightly and she'll kick back up at me, and I'm pretty sure that when she's out, that one day I'll miss the little kicking from the inside. I already told Mike though... no more for at least 5 or 6 years. I want my first in school before I take care of another. He said we should get working on another right away. Knock the kids out in one shot. No way. Now that I wrote that, my mother is going to be calling him and giving him a stern talking to. Haha. "Don't you even THINK about having another kid right now." Seriously Mike. Then we'd have to buy TWO treadmills!

Treadmills? Since I said it, now I have to explain. Mike and I were talking to my mother about how long we could possibly stay here. She said that once the baby starts to get mobile, we should get our own place so she had more room to roam around. Mike is trying to stay here as long as possible to save some money, and said that it would be cheaper to just buy a treadmill and we can let her crawl on that while she watches Sesame Street. Very funny.

For someone that didn't really have anything to say, I sure said a lot today. Bedtime.