Tired Of Living This Old Way

Nothing to report, really. Just feel like I need to keep posting regularly so that no one assumes I'm doing anything else.

We had a nice evening of overpriced chicken and inappropriate dinner conversation at Castilo Urf! last night. Remind me to add "mass pity" to the list of things that don't effectively induce labor, but it was a very pleasant couple hours of semi-distraction. We let Cha Cha off the monkey-hook for the night, which worked out just fine. Miss M was so excited to see her friends that she didn't eat or stop running the entire time we were there.

Right now we're trying to figure out how to entertain M through another disgustingly hot day and keep her out of the Futon Construction Zone so Cha Cha doesn't have to keep sleeping on the coffee table The Admiral got out of a dumpster. We're scheduled to go in for another non-stress test at 2:30 this afternoon. Depending on schedule and general well-being after that point, we could be heading eastward for a Chockleyblogbirthday party, or I could be curling up on the couch and banging my head into the no longer needed coffee table. (Yes, that's my passive-aggressive way of telling the Chockleyblogs that our attendance is still up in the ultra-pregnant air.)