Shokufeh is... home

How did a whole week pass?

I'm not entirely sure where the past week went. I know it involved various baby preparations, brief moments of baby-related panic, an afternoon of wishing for a wheelchair so that my puffy feet which were barely fitting in my sandals would not have to carry my 150 (yes, 150!) pounds, and plans for a date with my hubby that turned into our taking an evening nap and then eating and watching tv with my mom. But other than that.... (Mojganis, I hope that the scene from SHAG , when they arrive at Luanne's house, is coming to mind at this moment. It does for me whenever I use that phrase.)

Last night, I was pretty tired. Actually, all three of us were. So my mom went to bed. Sam fell asleep in front of the tv. And me? I did what every tired woman who's hit her 37th week does. Something I've been meaning to do for years. I moved our stacking washer and dryer, so I could clean out the lint that has accumulated between it and our fridge. I figure the baby is full term now (though I have three weeks until the due date), so moving a large appliance can't hurt too much. Well, nothing except my back. I woke Sam up to help move it back into place. I'm sure Bean will be highly appreciative of my efforts to reduce the lint quantities in the apartment. Don't say I don't tend to the essential needs of my little one.

I'd say the overzealous cleaning is a sign that we will meet Bean very soon. Yikes!