It's one more day (actually, 20 hours and a few minutes from posting this but it seems like it's another week) until we find out if its a little boy or a little girl cooking in the oven. I'm even thinking of drinking 1/2 a cup of coffee before to wind the little muffin up to make sure there are no crossed legs and its flapping all over the place. I figure if it's squirming I have a good shot, right?

Bending down to get something has a whole new meaning for me. It's getting trickier and trickier. I feel like I have a big waterballon inside of me that is on the verge of exploding. And that's my biggest fear ever ~ balloons popping. (I'm saying water balloons because water is heavier than air and I definitly don't feel as light as air). Back at Uno's in South Portland I would have to blow up a bunch of ballons in the morning and atleast half would explode. Especially when my fingers were stuck in that knot-tying thing.

I can also compare it to taking one of those big yoga balls and sticking it in a vice and cranking it. One of these days its going to pop and I'd prefer that to be April 9th, 2008.

For example, I was at Target this weekend and the nice older lady infront of me in the checkout line dropped her pen & looked at me, obviously hoping I'd snap right down and get it for her; which of course I would always do. But I found myself thinking, Good god, between you or I, we might get down there, but who will get up first? We're both likely to get down there and get stuck, and this line will get even longer and everyone's going to get ticked off because of course Target only has three lanes open on a busy Sunday. It would all be my fault.

I also can't take any bad karma before our big appointment, so I gave it a whirl and did a little back-kick with my left leg, hoping to kind of kneel done there, keeping everything else somewhat straight. Instead, I ended up jamming my leg underneath the lady's cart behind me (who is talking to me in Spanish, and of course being from Maine, I only know French), BUT I did get the pen. Thank God ~ and the little bean didn't get squished. For the next 5 months, I'm getting in my own lanes at Target.

Since we can't go home to Maine for Thanksgiving, Patrick is kicking up Thanksgiving a notch and making a turduckin ~ or something like that, for everyone. A turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken and he's thinking of stuffing it with with a goose and a game hen. Maybe its a phesant or chickadee, I'm not sure. But I think this involves de-boning it first, so I'll just have to go grocery shopping when he starts that so I don't yack.

Kurt moved out last week so now our house actually seems huge and echos. We know we're just being tricked ... there's nothing huge about a 865 square foot house. So far, its been great to just live with Patrick. This weekend we broke out the 5 gallon bucket of primer and primed away the fire-engine red feng shui color that coated the ceilings and the walls of Kurt's old room. My job was priming the details ~ like the window sills and corners, and scrubbing it off my face every hour or so. This week we're going to paint it a nice Atlantic Shale color (light grey/blue/platinum/something) with a sugar-white trim & then crown mold it & swap out the brown carpet. We're getting there!

We took a trip over to Kurty's new apartment Sunday and I checked on Zena (the cat); she still has yet to come out of his room for the last week and is just pissed off to boot about the new move. After a while she finally stopped hissing and meowing like a sheep and remembered who I was. She's entirely ticked off that she's now forced to share a place with a Mastiff, the size of a horse, named Apollo. She forgets that she's 9 lbs and Apollo is 190 lbs. Clearly, she should be friends.

I've never seen Kurt run and scoop the kitty litter as fast as he did on Sunday. Until Zena moves out to the rest of the apartment, the litter box is in his bedroom. I definitly don't miss that in our bathroom. No more waking up, going to the bathroom to a nice scent of kitty urine - or one of her presents. YAY! Kurt mentioned that soon he hopes to move it to the little half-bath, but will have to scoop it even faster before Apollo tries to figure out what it is and mistake it for a chew toy. Gross.

Well, that's the update so far! I can't wait to post tomorrow ...

Talk to you all soon,

~ Kristin