Hi. Pregnancy makes you sleepy. And a little bit nuts.

'Member when I was whining about having too much work and needing to rest? Well, now work has dried up for a bit, and I'm freaking out because I have too much time to worry about whether I've earned enough to continue paying myself through maternity leave (self-employment, woohoo!) and not enough energy to actually DO too much. Also, nesting instinct? What's that? I'm in denial. What happens is I do some productive stuff, take a nap in the afternoon or stare at VH1 for a while, and feel guilty about it. Because I should be polishing something, or folding something, or putting something else away, right? Or reading the scary, scary book about breastfeeding (you want me to do what with WHAT?). Or packing a bag for the hospital trip, which is really a whole month away, so how can I think about that now? Or doing that damn prenatal yoga DVD I have, with the annoyingly serene and sweat-free giant pregnant lady with the skinny thighs. Bitch. And here's a tip: please don't ask me to leave the house after 1:00 in the afternoon unless you are going to drive me to your igloo house in a refrigerator truck. It's 101 out there, people. I can't be held responsible for what I might do if you ask me to leave my house in the afternoon. You have been warned.