Random

Just got home from work. I had to stop by the grocery store and get the cats some food because they were completely out and acting all pathetic. Anyway, I didn't really have a weekend because I worked up through Thursday, took Friday off, then worked Saturday and Sunday. And I begin the week again tomorrow. Work was pretty dead, since I don't work shuttle stuff. I work station stuff, but we're still working 24/7 until the shuttle lands. Our coworker who got the new job is now offically gone. His last day was Friday, so the rest of my group will have our work cut out for us until my manager hires someone. It'll get really bad when I have to leave for maternity leave, but oh well. I'm entitled to many weeks off with my new baby. I'm almost at the 37 week mark, which is very exciting for me. Now whether she will come soon after, I doubt it, but I don't know.

So we ended up checking out about six daycare centers on Friday. Three I didn't like at all. The other three were okay. I think we'll try to go check out some more next Friday. They range from $150/week to $195/week. I did come to the conclusion that I like the ones who deal with the same kids everyday best. I didn't like the ones that had different babies on any given day. We gotta figure out which one will work best for quality, price, location, etc. Jeez, I hate thinking about it. I want to be sure that the people I'm leaving my baby with will take good care of her.

There's something funny I saw a few days ago that I keep forgetting to mention...There is this raunchy-looking strip club off the highway between where I work and live. Some of the raunchy guys at work actually go there on their lunch breaks. Yuck! Pathetic. I pass by it everyday and it's called Heartbreakers. Anyway, there is a billboard right behind it that is for some church, but it says in big letters, "Jesus heals the broken-hearted". I thought it was pretty stupid and funny at the same time.

I missed Six Feet Under and Entourage tonight. I may just catch them tomorrow instead of trying to watch the repeats. I can't believe Nate is dead. That sucks. Oh well, it is the last season and all.

So I think the reason that this nesting syndrome hasn't kicked in is that I've just been too busy with work and stuff. Robert keeps telling me to hurry up and nest and I just keep telling him that I'm not a bird, and why doesn't he nest. That little punk. I secretly keep hoping it will kick in and put my ass in gear, because God knows I need it. Our house is a wreck, and I have a feeling that any postpartum depression will be a million times worse than normal if I have to see my house in its current state. Robert's mom was going to come visit us this weekend, which would have been both a blessing and curse. A blessing because she would have helped out with doing the baby's laundry and straightening up and the company would have been nice. A curse because we would have had to find a way to clean the house before she got here. She's not coming after all, so maybe this weekend we will actually get some cleaning done. I can only hope.

My little one has given me some pretty significant rib kicks today. I'm proud of the strength in that little one. They actually hurt!