Projects

Hi Little Guy,
Your grandmother and I are occupying ourselves with various little projects. We took Fichu and Rex to the dog park, went to breakfast, and did a little grocery shopping. She got a "nesting" (read: cleaning) urge so she's in the kitchen lemon scenting. I'm avoiding the kitchen because the smell gives me a headache. I'm particularly sickened by smells these last two days. I've never heard of that being a sign of impending labor, but I am familiar with that being true for women who are actually in labor. I wish I were. So, I tried the treadmill. Yuck. I'm punchy. I'm easily annoyed. I'm giving your dad too hard a time to get through this case because it's taking longer than he thought it would and I have the irrational idea that you can't come until he's finished. That's silly, of course. I'm not usually unreasonable; I suppose I could chalk it up to horomones, but that's not helpful because it doesn't make me any more fun to be around. I wonder what my being like this feels like to you inside me.