I have been off work for almost 1 week....

And its killing! KILLING me!

I am so bored, and I miss human contact now more than ever. I had planned to go up to work to have lunch today, but I last night was the first night I actually got sleep that I slept through lunch. Sorry guys. I wanted to come see everyone, but its hard.

I had my doctors appointment yesterday, and I have stopped gaining weight, and when she went to feel my cervix, she got the very tip of her fingers in and poked Little Lucas' head. And he kicked me for it...some kind of reward, huh? And the doctor is like, "you arent dialated, but hes RIGHT THERE, I cant believe you arent in labor!" Yeah? Me too. I am not feeling very "bumpalicious" here. I am feeling miserable. Lets define miserable: Miserable is no sleep at night, your husband tells you sit up when you choke on acid in the middle of the night, your feet hurt, and at any minute you are pretty certain that a little infant foot is going to come flying out of your "woo-woo." It sucks. And of course, doctors wont begin to guess as to how far labor is because "babies make a liar out of you everytime." I am so frustrated.

And I am about to kill Jeremy. He has been so grumpy this whole week. Its like, hes decided, you're home, you get to eat bon bons and put your feet up and I get to come home and be a grumpy little bitchmonkey. Which I told him. So, hes straightened up some. Good thing. He was about to find himself in a world of hurt!

Let me tell you about my purse search. As most women know, when you find that PERFECT purse, you have found that perfect purse. And it just fits. Well, I found mine 2 weeks ago. It was a black bag by XOXO in the love letters design. Yes, XOXO is right up there with Dooney and Burke and Nine West, so the bags arent cheap, but they are worth every penny. Then I discover that they have this same purse in white. Well, I want it. I want the white for summer and spring and the black for fall and winter. And Jeremy just rags me bad about it. And I keep trying to explain to him that finding the perfect purse is like finding the perfect man. It takes a few dozen to find one you just love, that just fits you and you can appreciate it. Well, I couldnt find the white one. Turns out my sister had it and didnt like it, and I have it now. I have the most perfect purse there could ever be. And almost had to divorce my husband over it.

Well, its 8 and ghost whisperer is coming on, and I have to go get dinner started. Talk to you guys soon!