This is going to be a short entry.

I'm still pregnant. No further signs of labor. The baby hasn't even dropped yet. But at this point, I'd rather she didn't come until we get the AC fixed, anyway.

The air conditioning is definitely dead. Again. After only two days. Wherever that freon leak is, it must be enormous. Well, I guess that'll make it easier for them to find, when they come to look. The bad news is, they called at nearly 9 last night to say that they're all booked up today, but they might be able to squeeze us in on Friday.

I made it through yesterday evening by taking a cold shower and sitting right in front of a fan. Since the AC-fixit guys won't be able to get over here today, I'll probably find someplace else to go for most of the day. Anywhere else.

Except, of course, that the vet is supposed to call this morning with the results of Diamond's bloodwork, so I probably shouldn't go anywhere until we get that report.

You know, considering that I took off from work when I did so that I'd have a week or so of rest before leaping into labor, delivery, and parenthood, I'm not having a very restful time.

Maybe... Maybe once the vet approves Diamond's progress and the air conditioning is fixed, I'll be able to really rest and relax for a few days. Maybe that's what the baby's waiting for.

Or, on the other hand, maybe this is all a blessing in disguise from some oh-so-helpful god who is trying to keep me from fretting about labor and delivery by filling up my days with other irritants and worries.

(I'd just as soon be fretting, really.)

--Liz