In my uncle's garden
Monday, May 5, 2003

No Cinco de Mayo baby for us, unless I really get on with it. Bah. Next target: Wednesday.

Last night was weird. It was like the night before Christmas, if you're not sure that Christmas is actually coming. I kept waking up because of my bladder, and being disappointed. It was stupid to build myself up so much for last night to be The Night. I suppose I will do it again on Tuesday night, too, though. Maybe Buffy will scare her out of me.

I'm kind of bitter that our next midwife appointment isn't until Friday -- we're supposed to go every week; Friday is technically only a week plus two days, but it seems like eternity. I'd like to know if I'm making any progress.

Tonight I'm going to go grocery shopping. Not that that's really significant to anything, but I thought you might want to know.