homicidal

it's hot again today.
I am at the very end of my ability to deal with this.
I have no summer maternity clothes because it's APRIL not AUGUST!
The AC is supposed to be fixed on Saturday. The heat is supposed to break tomorrow.

I don't understand not testing things to find out if they really work. I learned that when I first started fixing computers about 100 years ago and took into fixing networks and then into every bit of my life. The project isn't finished until testing is complete.

I'm so farkin huge that Emily must have absolutely NO ROOM in there at all. She kicks less, but it's harder. I'm not going to be able to get out of bed without help pretty soon. I can barely pull up off the couch. Thank god I had been exercising and lifting weights before getting knocked up. My pelvis feels like it's going to split in two.

Tonite is the last baby wrangling class. I don't know if I'll be able to make it but I'm going to try. We'd signed up for earlier classes but the time was moved. Earlier would have been better. It's also a pot luck. I have to make something to take...

So much for being even tempered.

from Matt

He always knows the best things to say:

"New moon is tomorrow, full moon is the 26th. Tell her to hurry up
already, that someone has turned up the gravity and you can no longer
defy the laws of physics and you'd like to tell her you love her to her
face.

:::smootch:::"

no pie

well the baby wranglers don't get any choco cream pie because I'm having real contractions.

They are spaced far apart but they are real.

And I feel guilty for skipping class, but James may be right, I'm not in a real state to attend. Hot, emotional, hurting.

Hopefully we won't diaper the wrong end.