Of course, Mike was helping me move the furniture and clear out bottom shelves, and he was about as thrilled about it at work as he is at home. Poor thing. He must be about ready to sell me.

I wouldn't blame him, but there are no buyers I'm sure.

I can just see my personal ad:

I know I wouldn't respond, but would run screaming from the room.

I read an article today that men mirror their pregnant partner's hormone changes, although on a far reduced level. That would explain some of his mood swings far better than testesterone poisoning, I guess, but he's still an Evil Blanket Thief.

I told him about his nocturnal adventures as the Evil Blanket Thief and he was laughing his ass off and asking things like,"Did I really do that? Oh, Gosh, I'm sorry!" It was well worth the guilt trip, I must say. And of course, last night, his blanket fell off, and he took one of mine and then must have realized he did because by the time I got up to pee again, he'd thrown it over me and was curled up in a bit of flannel sheet looking pretty pitiful.

I love him so much. I can't hardly get over that we're having a baby together. I just know that she's going to curl up on his lap and be his little lambchop and she'll have him wrapped around her little pretty pinky in short order. Russell sure does! And I'll be surrounded by all these deep brown eyes in this house. And beautiful dark hair.

In that vein, Mike said something today about how Jaxana will probably grow like a weed and we'll struggle to keep her in clothes like his mom did with him. I laughed and said,"Dresses don't have high waters." He grinned and said that he fully expected she might because of course, she'll be wearing ankel length dresses. I laughed at him.