Mm, good weekend. Friday was crazy at work - I had at least half a dozen meetings I had to go to, and a stack of documents to look at, and I still managed to be bored for half the day.

I did get a break to go to the doctor (ohboy) where I actually got the good news that I'm beginning to dialate. No, that doesn't mean I'm in labor. Some women go from nothing to delivery in the space of a day; others can dialate a couple of centimeters and stay there for a couple of months. By itself, a little dialation doesn't mean very much. Except that this baby will eventually come out. (You laugh. I was beginning to wonder.)

But then after work, Rachel came into town for a visit, and we had a Weekend.

Friday night we gamed - though to be honest, we spent more time chatting than gaming. But we had fun, and that's the important bit.

Saturday, just as we were all starting to get up and mobile, something happened at the house a couple down from ours that necessitated a half-dozen or so police and vans and equipment that blocked the street. I looked through the Sunday paper, but didn't see anything about it. Another neighbor told Matt when he went out to mow the lawn that a rapidly-expanding bottle of acid had been dumped in front of the house, and the police cleanup crew was there to make sure it didn't spill.

But eventually, we all got showered and dressed and headed out to face the day. Or some pirates.

We met up with K.T. and Kevin and went to see Pirates of the Caribbean. That turned out to be quite a fun movie. Luckily, it didn't try to take itself seriously, so we got to sit back and munch our popcorn and laugh at the silliness of it all.

After the movie, we went out to dinner and then sat around talking until Matt and K.T. were both threatening to fall asleep right there in the living room.

Sunday was more sedate, as Sundays should be. We bid Rachel farewell, and spent the day lounging around online. We did laundry and a load of dishes. Matt installed the smaller of our two baby seats in his car, just so we'll be ready when the time came.

It barely fits, mostly because if you follow the directions, the seat handle is supposed to not be upright while the car is moving, and putting it back out of the way shoves it into the backs of the driver's and passenger's seats. I'm slightly worried as to whether the bigger carseat will fit, especially in the rear-facing position. But as Matt pointed out, it doesn't have a handle that has to be adjusted. And, if worst comes to worst, then we'll wait to install that seat until next year, when we can put it in forward-facing, and until then, whoever has the baby will drive the car with the baby seat.

I asked Matt when he thought he'd want to install the bigger seat (which is going in my car, at least for now), and he said he hadn't thought about it. He asked if I had a deadline in mind.

"Um... Before you go back to work."

Luckily, once I'm not pregnant anymore, I'll be able to move the driver's seat in my car a few notches forward. That should help with space a little. (And now I'm really glad I didn't get the Honda Civic Hybrid, because its backseat was even smaller.)

Other than that, we spent the day mostly loafing. Which was a good way to spend it.

Four more days to my maternity leave. And as of today, my boss is back in the office, so I don't have to worry that there's no one who can do my job if I go into labor early.

I might be suffering from just the tiniest bit of short-timer's syndrome...

--Liz