Last night, Mike and I took Russell down to the mall in Woodland. It was raining pretty hard, and while we debated going to the nice one in Sacramento, we are both so nervous now about driving and rain and cars, we both agreed to go the 15 minute ride rather than the 40 minute one.

I am of two minds about our feelings regarding driving. One is that I am angry about feeling scared. The other is that I am glad that we are both being so careful. With two little ones, and the revision of my will, I think we've both been thinking more about our mortality. I think that's a good thing now and again.

I am feeling better, but am still nervous about going to workout because it seems to bring on the contractions. I am wondering if I should just go anyhow and plan to float around in the pool for the most part. The doctor said yesterday that I can continue to workout,but to do so CAREFULLY. She said something about that I might be out of shape and pulling muscles and I gave her the "You've gotta be kidding" look. Pulled muscles 8 months ago, yes, not now. She revised what she was saying mid-sentence and said that I just need to take it easy. The baby was definitely in there and I'm measuring pretty big, but not abnormally so. So I'm going to be taking it easy.

Easy. Pfft.

I think the best indication that I'm feeling better is that I went into the kitchen and cleaned off and wiped down all the counters, wiped down the table, cleaned out the toaster, and generally sponged everything within an inch of its life. That and I pestered Mike to do some stuff, too. He did a crappy job of it to piss me off, so I got mad enough and did it myself. He was pretty embarrassed and apologized. Sometimes men are such dorks.