Went to the doctor today. Everything's fine.
Next Friday is my next ultrasound - hopefully the little one will cooperate and we can tell if he's a him or a her.
Matt is actually acting like he gives a crap this week. So that's nice.
Still have fleas. Although considerably less. You'd think 5 canisters of fogger would do the trick, but no. My floors are currently covered in 20 Mule Team Borax. This stuff is supposed to be miraculous. We'll see.
Still nesting. Shannon came out over the weekend and helped me clean and rearrange. Other than my coffee table, my living room looks great. My kitchen is getting there, the bathroom now has storage, and I haven't even touched the bedroom. I'm kind of afraid of the bedroom, to be honest.
Not much going on. Bored bored bored. Really bored. I keep agreeing to babysit for friends while they go off and do fun things without me. It's kind of depressing.
I would kill for a back rub and a cuddle.