We got our replacement AirPort yesterday, so we can get online and surf from the living room again! Whoo!

The other gadget Matt ordered came too, but they want a signature, so we didn't actually get it. Matt changed the delivery address on UPS's website, so hopefully he'll get it at work today.

So last night was pretty good. Matt went and did the grocery shopping by himself (my back isn't killing me like it was last week, thank goodness, but I can really only stand to be on my feet for short periods of time) and then after we got the groceries put away, we mostly just spent the evening lounging around the house.

Matt watched a movie. I read a book. We chatted online (whoo!) a little. I eventually went upstairs and fidgeted around with stuff in the nursery - took the cribset out of its packaging, and wound up the mobile just to watch it turn and play, and threw out some more packaging, and stuff like that.

I'd had a notion of gathering together a load of laundry, but one of the things that needs to go in the next load of baby-laundry is the sheet that's currently on the crib, and I can't quite reach the far side of the crib to get the sheet off the mattress. (I can almost reach it, but the Belly is in the way. Once I actually have the baby, I'll be able to change the crib's sheets.) So I just sat in my rocking chair and basked in babyness.

Eventually, I decided that what I wanted to do was take a shower, so I wouldn't have to take one this morning and could sleep in a little.

So I did. It worked out pretty well, too - only one bit of hair dried funny and had to be fixed. This might become a regular thing; we'll see.

(Of course, by "regular thing" I mean "regular thing until the baby comes, after which Matt and I will be sobbingly grateful to be able to get in half of our personal hygiene routines on any given day." Just in case my readers who are parents were snorting and chuckling and taking notes.)

One week from today will be my last day of work before my maternity leave.

Two weeks from today is my "official" due-date, which I didn't want to attach any special significance to (only 5% of women give birth on their due dates) but which I suspect will mark the point at which my impatience will change from an amused, "any time now!" sort of attitude to a more irritable, "get this baby the &#($ out of me!"

I know - you're breathless with anticipation.

--Liz