(I wrote the following entry yesterday, and was unable to post it right away because of technical difficulties.)

Hello world! Did you forget me? I can't believe blogging has been so infrequent lately. Patrick has been hogging the laptop for school, of all things. Doesn't he know I've got blogging to do? (Just teasing, honey. You do your thing.)

Speaking of school, this is his last week of the semester. HooRAY. I'm doing a waddly happy dance right now, because this has really been one of the longest and most stressful semesters! I like to think though- that this time next year, it will be the VERY end. No more school. It will be graduation Trisler style, which means beer, people. Lots and lots of beer and raising of the roof, with all our friends and family who've helped us on this journey. I shall boogie like it's 1999. Mark your calendars, because that is one party you do not want to miss.

Anyway. On to other news.

We are primed and ready to go for the newest Short One-- which is three days away now. I picked up the last of the things I needed today, and I'm getting anxious. Not worried per se, just READY!! It's time to know if this is a girl or boy. I just can't take the suspense much longer! I've resisted the temptation to find out on a WEEKLY basis with all those sonograms, and I've reached the end of my willpower. Must. Know. NOW!

I've got all my plans set, bags packed, papers in order, and the only thing left to do was give in fully to the "nesting instinct". Not like you can fight it anyway. When it strikes, it is a compulsion you cannot resist. I knew I was well in it's throes today when I put something in the garbage can, and looked at the inside of the lid and said, "Oh NO. That won't do at ALL" and preceded to scrub the entire thing. It's so sterile now, I could deliver this baby right inside the can. I won't, of course. I may be nesting, but I'm not crazy. I'm just trying to paint you a picture here. Would it help to admit I've disassembled box fans to clean the blades? Tomorrow, it's the microwave. I actually feel a little sorry for it, because I will be brutal. And believe me, if I wasn't on bedrest, I would be pressure washing the house right now, too. I am NOT kidding. I'm still pretty creeped out by the fact that it was covered in caterpillars a few weeks ago, though thankfully, most of those have coccooned, or been squashed gleefully by my two year old. Gotta love that kid.

But I ramble.

I just wanted to let you all know that we are alive and kicking over here, despite the quiet of APOG lately. I will try to write a little here and there over the next few days, if the computer isn't tied up, and I'm not too busy regrouting the kitchen counter. (It really does need it though. Seriously.)

I will also take one last picture before the baby comes, because you really have to see this belly. It's gianormous.