Jack taught me how to throw a Frisbee today. "Mom, just cross your body and throw, like this!" I vaguely remember someone teaching him the art a few weeks ago, but really. He knew just what to do. How old is he again? The obsession with firetrucks also continues. No matter where we go, what we do we must drive by the fire station. "I want to see the fire trucks," he says. The other day he was in trouble and said, "Mommy, I need to see the fire trucks. That will make me feel better." How can you argue with two-year-old logic? The kid loves his firetrucks. It helps that his uncle is a fireman and gives Jack the inside advantage on riding around the block in the "big truck", checking out the computers (heard about that this morning), and overall firetruck knowledge. He also points out every. fire hydrant. we. see. It can be exhausting. So, thinking he would want to be a fireman for Halloween, I asked him what he'd like to dress up as. "Santa Claus," he said. And there you have it. His personality is so big and wonderful. Tonight as I sat with my shirt up (hey, it's more comfortable to go commando!), he came over and rubbed his bare belly on mine. Who does that? My kid..my amazing, hilarious kid who cracks me up in a new way at least ten times a day.

I have been bustling around trying to get everything done at work (never going to happen) so that I can feel somewhat content when baby arrives. I am making personal bets with myself as to how soon after the birth my boss will call with questions - if not during. In between short bouts of sleep, I wake up and think of something different that needs to be done. I suppose it's better than knowing they don't need me at all. I feel like I rush around all day long with very few quiet moments and sometimes barely a lunch break. I am ready for maternity leave - I realize it will be hectic with a toddler and a newborn, but it will be nice to get away from the noisiness of work and just be in my own house for awhile, enjoying my babies and hopefully the occasional nap. Or two. Tomorrow we go back to the doctor again for the 37 weeker. Holy cow, in three and a half weeks (or less. or more), I will be a new mama again. I can't wait! I may not have to wait long - seems I am already pretty progressed, which is insane. Which makes me insane. I wish I didn't know. Every twinge, every pain, every kick, I think, "hmmm...what's going on?". After last week's visit, we immediately pre-registered. Which automatically means at least four more weeks, I'm sure. That's what I will get for putting the cart before the horse.

My b-day was pretty uneventful, although I got some delightful new treasures and enough Pottery Barn gift cards to finally feel good about purchasing the bedding I've been eying since at least 1988. And a shiny, new computer! Finally...I don't have to blog at work and I don't have to wait for hubby to get finished using his laptop. I feel like I have finally entered the 21st century. And it only took a zillion years to get here.

I continue to stick with Pilates and lots of walking. And yoga. I'm not sure how effective I really am these days - how effective can you really be with a bowling ball strapped to your belly? I try. I suppose the effort is worth something. Isn't it? If anything, it calms me to do all three. Everything seems chaotic and rest never seems to come. I'm almost sure I don't care about the aerobic or toning benefits at this point. I just want some peace.