As my due date gets closer, I have less energy and get more tired. This, combined with a severe lack of sleep, is taking it's toll on me. The only recent night I had any decent sleep at all was when my body gave out from exhaustion. Last night I was (as usual) not able to get comfortable in bed. So, I went out to try and sleep for awhile on the comfy chair. That didn't work. The assholes who live above us had their TV blaring until a little after 5am. Just after they turned it off I started dozing until several car alarms went off outside and a helicopter hovered above our building (perhaps looking for Lisa?). So much for that idea. I headed back to bed because if I was going to be awake, I might as well be awake in bed with my passed out husband. I didn't get any sleep at all until later in the morning after Rob had left for work. And then it was in fifteen minute stints totalling about maybe 2 hours if I was lucky. I'm supposed to be well rested and ready to go when labor hits. How is that going to be possible when I can't sleep no matter how tired I am?

Gabriel has decided that he doesn't like it when I wear pants (takes after his father on that one). He especially hates any waistband I wear. He shows it by constantly poking around the area of any waistband I wear. The other night I was on the comfy chair and Rob got a little freaked out when it looked like a shark fin was swimming around in my belly right under the waist band. Shark baby. So cute and so active! Hrm, the soda I'm having now probably is just going to make him all the more active in about a half an hour or so. I am now addicted to Diet Coke Black Cherry Vanilla. Never have I had a diet soda that's so good!

Yesterday I washed up the sheets and today I'm doing some slippers in the laundry. I've noticed that on any given weekday I do between 1 and 10 loads of laundry. Damn, that's scary. I have a feeling it will be a lot more than that once Gabriel is here!

Last night Rob and I headed up to the Northridge mall to pick up a few things. I got some maternity panties at Motherhood (more of the ones I have now are falling apart and I'm going to need a good number of them for the weeks that I'm bleeding post-partum), some shampoo and conditioner at a beauty supply store, and some fishnet stockings at Torrid. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO TORRID??? It sucks. I remember when I used to go in there, drool over all of their merchandise, and actually have a problem narrowing down what to take into the dressing room with me. Now there's not anything there that I would even consider wearing. It's all teeny-bopperish. That's really sad because they used to be so cool. Ugh. They suck now.

After shopping we headed to a deli in the mall for dinner. It's a decent deli and makes some rather good gyros. Dinner was good and then we headed out of the mall and back to our area. We made a stop at the drug store and the grocery store before coming back home. Wow, they're hiring some really dumb people at the drug store pharmacy these days! The girl I was dealing with couldn't figure out what I wanted when I asked for the Freestyle lancets to go along with the testing strips I had ordered. She walked around a corner and yelled out "Are these them?". Hrm, I don't know, I'm behind the counter and can't see what you're looking at! Finally someone helped her out (she didn't even know how to scan in the price) with it. When she looked at the box she exclaimed "Oh! Lancets are the pokey things!". Yes you idiot, lancets are the... *ahem*... "pokey things". Dumb ass.

We then headed home, gamed for a little bit, avoided cleaning (it was already 10pm), and went to bed. And this takes us back to the first paragraph of this entry where Rob slept and I did not.

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