Well, and Pauline's oldest son had all the symptoms of meningitis. I begged her to take him in because there were several teenagers in a nearby county to take ill, one of whom died and as someone who had meningitis as a teen, I remember it vividly and she was describing him being too stiff to move and being so sensitive that the blanket hurt him, so all my maternal alarm bells went off. She was hemming and hawing about it, but I scared her enough at least to call the advice nurse and then she called back and said they were taking him in. Fret, Fret, Fret. I'll call her after 830AM and check in with her. I have been praying that he's ok and worrying to death that he isn't.

Oh, and the in-laws are coming. Of course, Mike's mom is a Leo and we probably won't ever be sure as to when she's coming, but we've put in a huge amount of time getting the livingroom together. I'll grant you, it's not just for the family, but it's also for the baby. We've made plugs harder for a baby to get to. We've rearranged the sewing piles, so that the dust-ridden fabric, is safely boxed up and thus, less of an allergy thang. I even reorganized my bric-a-brac at my sewing table. (EGADS, I'm soooo anal.)

Hello, my name is Wendy and I'm a Nesting Nazi.

In addition to the livingroom, we did the front bath and later today we get to the rest of the floors, mopping, revacuuming, etc. At least it'll be done. I did the dusting and stuff and put back all of my little Easter decorations.

Boy, this entry has no transitions whatsoever, but you're still reading, so I guess we'll cope with it together.

And geesh, after gaining 5lbs in a week, you think I'd slow down, but we went to Mexican last night and I ate my two tacos and some chips and then was still ravenous. I figured my sugars would be horrible, after the additional quesadilla, but nope, they were even a little low. I ate extra snack and usually I wake up a little hungry, but I am seriously contemplating eating a cow (I guess to have later).

And today's whine, is brought to you by the Nesting Nazi and fretful daughter, daughter-in-law, and mom-to-be: I want to go to Palm Sunday services, but I think the family stuff is going to supersede that and it makes me sad to miss the waiting outside the church, the preparation for Easter...all of it. I'll go on Thursday for the foot washing and stripping of the altar, providing, I don't pop. I mean, is there a prayer said for your water breaking in church? I mean aside from the muttered, "Hallelujah" the mother says...