Otherwise, nothing new. Still contracting at random, which is really fun. No, really. It's great. Non-productive contractions are my new favorite thing. Ahem. Still working, although that's a sore spot lately--I can't just sit around here for the next however long and wait, and I love working, so I'm going to keep going until I can't anymore. Or until I decide I've had enough. I've been writing mini-sub plans daily, just in case, and I have all of my long-term stuff ready, so if I have to go, it's not a big deal. I have kids that are almost in tears at the idea of me leaving them before the end of the year, and a kid that was actually in tears last week when I left to go to the hospital. It's hard for me to leave. And yes, that does make me a workaholic. I like to say dedicated. It's more the fact that I'm a control freak, because I can't stand the idea of someone else in my room touching my stuff.
Against my better judgement, I'm going to post the picture Al took of my belly at 36 weeks. It's gross and huge, but I guess I'm supossed to be at this point. I can't beleive my belly can stretch this far.

Also, because we all know it's true.....
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