Yesterday Rob and I spent most of the day around the house. I'm getting more and more exhausted and didn't feel like doing much of anything. I did manage to get some sleep and we also spent some of the day just cuddling in bed. It was nice. We ventured out for dinner at Tony Roma's (ribs were the only thing that I'm allowed to eat that didn't make me want to throw up) and then headed back home. I'm so sick of this GD diet. I never want to see meat or cheese again! And I'm so craving doughnuts. None of my cravings are things I'm allowed to eat and it's driving me crazy.

Today is an around the house day as is usual for a Monday. I've got a lot of laundry to get done. If I get get all the clothes done I'll be happy. The sheets and towels can wait until another day. It's sad, but normal things like laundry are getting harder to do. By the time I brought all the clothes laundry out into the living room, sorted it, and got the first load in I felt as if I were going to collapse. Granted, I'm in my ninth month of pregnancy so I don't expect things to be easy, but it's annoying when simple household chores can tax me so easily.

I'm still here and I'm still not in labor. On one hand I'd like him to hold out longer so that my Mom can be here for his birth and so I can get everything done I need to (like taking Sydney in for his vet check up on Saturday) before he arrives. On the other hand I'm so sick of being pregnant that I'd just like him out. Oh well, I guess he'll come when he's good and ready.

Rob now has a little game he plays with Gabriel that we call "baby shark". Rob pats my tummy and makes Jaws music and then Gabriel starts poking around like a little shark fin coming above water. He pokes Rob back and it's really kind of cute.

Tonight we're staying in, getting laundry done, probably gaming, and probably ordering in dinner. Tomorrow night (or sometime soonish) I need to try and get a pedi in, my toesies need it!

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