Well, let's see. I think I have 18 days left. Here's hoping for less, but at this point, I'm not really that optimistic. I think I almost tried to put myself into labor today with the day I had at work - I mean could it have gotten any more ridiculous? I am still swimming in the huge wake of a mess that someone left behind (So glad you are gone! Good riddance!) and I am quite certain this person does not want to meet me in a dark alley. Pregnancy + extreme hatred = dangerous. I have to say, I do need a few more days of work. Just a few more things (I keep telling myself this), and I'll feel like it's ok to go. Frankly, I've had enough, though. I need the break from work. I think the chaos of two children would be easier at this point.

Jack was insane today - I finally had to put him to bed slightly early just to regain my sanity. My breaking point was the "Don't look at me like that, Mom-my," in a very surly tone after he got in trouble for the bazillionth time for jumping on the furniture. Yep, see ya. Actually, furniture jumping isn't a huge deal - when I'm not in the chair, not eating cereal, and there's not a large dog involved. I feel like such a cow when I have these moments - like, where in the hell is your patience, woman? However, there is a moment when you wonder just how many times you can repeat yourself before the broken record finally snaps in two. I need to give myself a break.

To add insult to injury, last week I woke up with a rash splashed across my sides. What. The. Hell. As if I need to feel less attractive in the midsection area. Doctor doesn't even think it's pregnancy related. Which means I have no idea what it is and it's not making much of an attempt to go the hell away. So itching sides are awesome coupled with an itchy belly that I swear cannot get any bigger. I feel like an absolute atrocity. When will this pregnancy end, exactly? I think an eviction notice needs to be served...lease up, little babes!

Finally, a few new pictures of the silly monkey. He makes his favorite new face - the face he gives me after he blows me a kiss goodbye. Then, a good shot of his new chin scar - thanks to sitting on the edge of a chair while bird watching, then rolling off into a basket and finally to the floor. And finally, the picture he insisted on taking - with his "ambeeance" - which is actually a firetruck, but he insists otherwise.

So, I say goodnight...time to hopefully read a smidgen of a new book I borrowed and to hopefully get a bit of good sleep...