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Last week was hard. After working 9 hours each day, I went to the apartment to clean and move the rest of our belongings to the house. Justin took Wednesday afternoon off and came to help and co-worker Adam came over after work on Thursday to help me move the rest of the heavy stuff. I left work at noon on Friday to pack up the rest of the stuff and turn in the keys. But done is done and I couldn't be happier or more relieved! After finishing up at the apartment, I had about an hour to eat something and get to my pre-natal appointment. I went to the house, unloaded my car, ate some cereal, and headed to the clinic. Then I waited. And waited. And fell asleep. Then I got called in. Then I waited. And waited. Heard my mid-wife go into another patient's room. Waited some more. Tried to go to sleep. Failed. Waited. I tried not to be too upset, but I really dislike sitting naked on a table covered only by a large paper towel. As I understand it, my midwife had a funeral that morning and was trying to get all of that day's appointments met anyway. I cut her some slack, but the baby is beginning to effect my sciatic nerve and I was in quite a lot of pain. We did the beta strep test and she checked to see if I was dilated and effaced. I'm not at all dilated and I'm only slightly effaced. People at work were placing bets that I would go into labor on Saturday. My midwife said, "I'm not saying you're not going into labor this weekend. I'm just saying it's not likely." I had some scratches on my left arm she asked about and I told her I must've scratched myself moving some shelves that afternoon. She didn't seem too happy that I was moving stuff and told me I should go home and rest. I told her I needed to come back to work and check on the guys working in Louisiana. I really was tired though, and said that through near tears. After helping me back up to sitting position (oh did that hurt!) she said, "You are a strong woman." I hate when people say that to me, especially in that awed tone of voice she used. I don't feel strong at all. I feel tired, weak, and irritable. And I was very disappointed to hear how close to labor I am.

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Diane has promoted her assistant to "Controller." Controller Linda has decided that she needs my printer more than I do. Bitch. Can't wait two weeks for me to go into labor. Oh no. Now I have to traipse all around the office every time I print something. People smile and look at me indulgently when I say, "Walking is hard." Perhaps they might take me seriously if I burst into tears when I say it. I'm serious. It's fucking hard and hurts like hell!

Please excuse the swearing. I really don't feel good today. I think I've either got allergies or I'm coming down with a cold. Here are some good things:
Justin took my car to the shop to make sure the brakes aren't failing.
I got the neat album and Serenity button that Lisa sent. Thanks Lisa!!!