Have you given up on me? It's funny - there is so much I want to write about, but so much that I can't write about that sometimes (well, most of the time) I just abandon the thought all together. I look forward to when life is an open book again, fodder for the page.

I'm very, very pregnant, people. I think we're approaching week 35 and feeling it. Supposedly I'm not all that big, but I sure feel it. I have two weeks left of scheduled shifts at Mabel's, and I think it'll be a relief to have a little time off from being behind the counter - it's very tiring right now, and each shift I spend at the shop sends me to bed for the remainder of the day. I'm so frustrated by my lack of energy/creativity/ability to do anything other than read magazines and watch TV. Poor Ashley - he's so bored by it all. Last night I made him lay in bed with me and watch Trading Spouses because I was lonely and cranky and anxious about everything. I swear people told me I would love being pregnant. Why are people such liars?

I am in good health, despite what I feel like. The baby sounds good and is moving around like a little trooper. Her favorite time is night...she gets really revved up right about 10pm. I'm feeling so ready to have her out and in our arms.

We start birthing classes on Monday, which I'm looking forward to. I really want to meet other people at the same stage as us, though I imagine we'll be farther along than most. Considering how many pregnant ladies come into Mabel's, I haven't met anyone at the same point as me. I just want someone to commiserate with.

Our shower was almost two weeks ago - it was really great, though I felt the absence of my mom, aunts, old friends greatly. It's so strange to be going through all of this excitement with all of them on the other side of the country.

Why all the complaining? Really, I feel pretty good and am excited beyond words....I'm just so bad at waiting! I want to see her little face, stare at her all day, stick her whole hand in my mouth and kiss her all over. Like NOW.