the baby has dropped. i have an appetite again and i don't feel like i'm breathing through a straw for most of the day. though, even just looking at a glass of water sends me to the bathroom about 16 times a day. most of the time for unproductive trips, might i add.

i got a big whif of nesting instict yesterday. before sunday brunch, i just wanted to clean and organize the kitchen and dining room in the worst way. and i was the one who needed to do it. however, when i got that surge we were on the way out the door to walk to hi fi for brunch. a walk there and back in the hot sun and a big breakfast burrito totally took the wind out of my sails. we spent the rest of the afternoon laying in the air conditioning watching the brewers game. the kitchen did get cleaned once we got home from sunday dinner and as long as it's not too hot after work tonight, i forsee having the energy to get even more done.

so, gentle reader(s), dare you venture a guess as to when she'll be born? i already have one person at work who has guessed not only a day, but she is guessing the weight/size as well. i have nothing to offer the winner of anyone who guesses correctly other than a high five. but i fully endorse gambling when it comes to guessing my delivery date.