I got this cute little rocking chair for James last weekend. He loves it, and rocks, rocks, rocks while watching his little train movies. Jonny actually fits it pretty well too, but James chases him out of it most of the time. So territorial! The chair also makes me want to take on another little project I've had in the back of my mind for a while...rehabbing Sofia's sewing desk (which she never uses, preferring my sewing machine to her own). I was going to have someone else do it for me...since there's not room to do something like that in our garage at the moment...and I'm too pregnant to be taking on painting projects, but I REALLY think I want to do it myself. Maybe I'll just put it off for a month.

Tony got home from work early yesterday, so we decided to celebrate by going out for Mexican food. Yum! I ordered a gigantic (so that I could share with the kids) virgin raspberry margarita. They brought me a gigantic non-virgin margarita. I thought I was pregnant enough that no one would bring me a huge alcoholic beverage, but apparently not. Luckily, it smelled strongly enough that we noticed before we started passing it around to the kids! Anyhow, Tony and I have decided that if any more children outgrow the kiddie menu, we'll only be eating out on VERY special occasions. $$$

Well, my count-down calendar is under a week now. We'll see how accurate that turns out to be. Either way (sooner or later), I think it's making Tony and I a bit nervous. He has been calling me every morning to make sure I have an accurate phone number of where ever he is (many of those places do not allow cell phones). My panic response is a little sillier. Instead of doing anything related to childbirth prep, I'm trying to rush through a bunch of long-postponed sewing projects. Avoidance? Maybe. Sofia's horse skirt is next on my list.