Ok, ok, I know this is the longest month of my life because the anticipation is close to killing me, but being reminded of it every darned place I waddle to, sucks.

At my non stress test this morning, Ms. G would not wake up. Oh, and my blood pressure is fine (118/70), so my ankels can swell as much as they want. Well, sort of. They just have to stop for the wedding.

In a faux burst o' energy, I ran over to JC Penney outlet and returned the suit that didn't fit Mike. I'm sorry, it doesn't matter how much he sucks in his gut, those pants weren't fitting him and we went through all the racks -- there wasn't a bigger size of them. I went back and got him a black pair of slacks and he'll look fine at the wedding. I need to find Russell's pair of black slacks or I'll make a run to Sear's and get some there. They both could use some shoes for the occasion, but I'm totally out of energy. I may make Mike go out with Bear and they can both get dress shoes -- even if they just go to Payless and get something cheap that ends up being just for the wedding and maybe for Easter (providing I'm not having the baby!).

A blessed dear sweet highly adored neighbor came over last night and for quilting scraps, she pinned and cut out my wedding dress for me. I still need to sew the darned thing, but I'm so tired. I slept for an hour this afternoon, but it was definitely not enough sleep. I'm not leaving the house tomorrow until my official doctor's appointment, so I plan and hope to get the bulk of it put together then. I may spend some time after childbirth class tonight doing it. We'll see how the old energy scale is at that time.

The biggest hurdle was getting the dress cut out. Now, I just have to stay conscious long enough to sew the darned thing.