For those of you getting alarmed at the near single-digit-ness of the pregnancy counter to the right, rest assured that I haven't gone off to give birth or anything. I'd say that I'll post when I do, but it turns out that the hospital beams its sturdy wi-fi signal into exactly two places in the hospital, neither of which are near the patient rooms. Which makes sense not at all, but who am I to judge? I mean, it's not like I was planning to live-blog the event, but I had had plans to send out an email or two afterwards.
I'm still not too crabby (I think, but ask Chip to be sure) but I am pretty tired a lot of the time. It's such a cruel joke that in these last few weeks of peaceful nighttimes a pregnant woman is denied good sleep. By all that's right and good, we should be able (and encouraged) to sleep 10 hours a night for the last month of pregnancy, given that in just a little while sleep will elude us for weeks on end. It further proves that there is a God but that he's a white, male Republican with a bad sense of humor.