Ooers...and the cake. Oh, momma the cakes...we got a strawberry-peach fruit tart and a chocolate hazelnut torte. Pauline wanted some kind of sheet cake, but what we got will taste better. They may not hold decorations as well, but they'll be yummy. Karen and I reasoned that we were buying it so we could pick. Seems fair enough to me.

Karen took me to her house and to drop off the party supplies and I saw this big stack of gifts on the couch...and they're all for the baby. Oh, major fit of giddy, I'm telling you. I also know that there are more people coming, so it's super giddiness.

Pauline wants more stuff for the shower for games, but I'm kind of thinking she could get it her darn self. I don't mind driving her, but I'm not inclined to buy it myself. I feel like I've done my bit. Besides I'm so tired I'm delirious. I've been running like hell all day.

I took the car to the smog place at 8AM to get it smogged, ended up with a 3PM appointment, so went ahead to the DMV and paid the registration. I couldn't believe it, though -- the DMV had SEATS instead of a line of sagging people. You had to get a ticket with a number and they called the number pretty quickly, too. All I could think is "this can't be a government office." I also turned in my form for my car accident report to them, so the insurance stuff should go through soon. Wahoo!

Today we got bills paid, and shopping done. There was work done aplenty. Last night, I basically pleaded and begged with Mike to help me because I am just too freakin' tired to do it myself. The only bummer was that the dr's office called yesterday and reminded me of my 340PM appointment and then called today around 240 to find out why I'd missed my 2PM appointment. *crabby face*

Ms. Genevieve has been kicking the bejeebers out of me all day and I was accused by a neighbor of being "big as a house." Of all the things to say to a pregnant woman, "big as a house" and any phrase including any variation of the word "waddle" should be punishable by dirty look. It's like yeah, and why don't you tell me about my flabby thighs and then tell me how much I glow. Everyone thinks it's so *cute* when you waddle. Trust me when I tell you, there's nothing cute about helplessly waddling. Nothing at all.

After Karen went back to work, I went to the Bunny Patch and got my Peter Rabbit rug from layaway. They've expanded their Beatrix Potter (BP) merchandise. I'm hoping to drag my mom there and convince her that I must HAVE some more Beatrix Potter stuff. I'm hoping that someone will recall that I am doing the BP theme and have stopped at the Bunny Patch on my behalf. Only the shower will tell. If not, I'm going there with my disability check and getting BP'ed to the extent of a small crib mobile and a BP lamp at which point, I may stop some of my BP-ness and I may not -- it all depends on the checkbook bounciness to bill ratio.

I feel like doing the Bunny Hop. Da-da-da-didadah, da-dida didada HOP HOP HOP!