20 Days, 22 Hours, 38 Mins.

I could break it down into seconds as well. But I won't. Anyway, I added a timer to my desktop to mark the occasion of Little Girl's birth. I am thinking that was a bad idea. I now look at it quite a lot, willing it to go faster. It never does. I did have some really hard and pretty regular contractions yesterday afternoon so we went in, they pretty much went away and they were pretty much all for nothing. It turns out that these contractions I've been having are actually doing nothing. It's not fair. I really kind of felt like crying. Oh well, just three more weeks until she's here for sure. Lots to do. The Hubby admitted to me yesterday that most of the stuff he's promised to do probably won't get done until she's in the hospital and we're getting ready to come home because right now, he lacks the motivation. You know, that probably should have upset me a little bit, but I actually understood where he was coming from so I'll just go with it.

It was kind of a lazy weekend around here. Went to the park with Smasher Saturday to feed the ducks. We tried to get him to throw the bread out for them, but he must have been hungry. What else is new? He went down the big boy slide by himself and got a little scared before he realized that I was going to catch him. Then he handled it like a champ. The flowerbeds at our house need a sprucing up so we started working on that Saturday evening, but still have a ways to go. The Hubby and I watched Queen of the Damned and Interview With a Vampire after the kid went to bed. The Hubby had to work an after prom party at the rock wall from 12:30-2:30. Everytime I watch Interview With A Vampire, I always have this weird dream where I would be the Christian Slater character and Lestat (Tom Cruise, not Stuart Townsend, unfortunately) would jump out of the backseat of a red convertable and attack me. The vampire part doesn't worry me, getting bit by a Scientologist, however, scares the crap out of me. Anyway, so I had my weird dream and then we got up and got ready to go to church. About 20 minutes before we leave, contractions start really strong, but I say lets go anyway. We at least made it through Sunday School. We had to leave after that though. Smasher spent some time with my aunt, we went to the hospital, we went and got Smash and went home. I feel asleep around 6 and Smasher, who had not had a real nap all day, followed me at about 6:30. He just woke up. He's babbling in his crib softly so I'll take a few minutes to get some cinnamon rolls in the oven.

Have a great Monday folks! I've started to look forward to Monday, at least the next few of them anyway!