It was pretty hysterical though because he said,"What bags?" I looked at him and said,"The black one and the pooh bag." He said,"Why?" "Because I'm feeling worse today, honey. Things are a little different."

I don't know how to explain it exactly, but things are different. The tenor of it has changed a little. The cramping is more severe and nausea more sincere and I feel yuckers. It could be just me getting hopeful, but it feels a little different today. Probably because I have this big meeting I'm supposed to go to today at work. With my luck, I'll go to stand up and be heard and my water will break. Thank goodness I'm wearing a dress though.

I came to work with Mike to check over the car because it did some weird blinky thing and we were afraid it would die, so this morning, we turned on the a/c, the blinkers, the headlights and the radio and ran it for half an hour to see if we could get the battery to run out. Mike's afraid it will die on him on his way home or something. I'm afraid of that, too, actually, but I'm really starting to feel like I don't care about that. I feel like I'm heading down the cattle chute to labor.

Wouldn't that be nice though? To finally have this girl in my arms? She's been pretty quiet this morning and usually she kicks the bejeebers outta me. All this quiet makes me a little nervous. And I've got this uncontrollable urge to go home and make the bed and clean the house. Nest nest nest.

It's quiet....too quiet. (Jaws music in the background)

On the drive home, I had a pretty hard contraction that I had to breathe through to get more comfortable and I've had them about every 10-12 minutes all day. My belly is just muscle sore and I started cramming evening primrose oil and I am about to beg my husband for mercy sex. I want this baby out.

Oh, and husbands...do not tell your wife that by lying down and resting that she'll stop her labor and then drag her to the mall to buy an Eddie Bauer stroller and infant seat. She'd be well within her rights to have you shot.

Just thought you'd like to know.