And posting late, so probably freaking some folks out, no? Heh.

I had insomnia last night, and stayed up til 2 to try to tire myself out.  I ordered myself a used Mei Tai Baby, Adjustable, in a red dragon brocade, because OH GOD, what if I don’t have enough hippie-ass baby carriers?! 

Today, I farted around the house all morning, finally dragging into school by 2, where I basically finished up my networking class, completely, and then burned all my stuff from my lab station onto a disk, and made sure I had all my stuff out of the office. I had my last seminar class tonight, which was a dinner at my prof’s house, and people were surprised to see me still hobbling around.

One of my classmates used to be an RN, and worked in L&D for years, and has always been commenting on my pregnancy. All in a good way, very positive "Wow, you’re look great! You’re really moving for XX weeks!" and last week, she mentioned I hadn’t dropped. TODAY, though, she says I HAVE dropped, and she looked at me and said "You’re close, I can see it in your eyes…" So, that’s something. And, I think I’ve started to lose my mucus plug, so wheeee.

Dave has a shoot tomorrow, that starts at 4:45 AM. As in, the MORNING.  He was hoping I’d go into labor early enough for him to cancel that (but seriously, like me LABORING is going to be easier or more restful than a sunrise shoot…) but it looks like it’s still on at this point. (OBVIOUSLY.)

So, yeah. I’m feeling kinda icky, wondering if I’ll see my OB’s office on Friday or be a mom by then… weirrrdd. Either way, May 9 is a cool day, because tomorrow will be my 5 year anniversary of quitting smoking, which I like to celebrate and acknowledge every year. Five years! Not One Puff! Whoohoo.