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You will all be glad to know I had a very nice weekend.

On Saturday was my baby shower and I had a great time. All my friends were there and everyone was super nice and I had great food and they made me a very cute cake. Everyone really went all out to make sure the day was special for me and I got tons of great gifts for Ryland. It was awesome. I have the greatest friends in the world. People took lots of pictures, so if I get any maybe I&#146ll share them. It really was a fabulous day and it feels good to be so loved. I hope everyone else enjoyed themselves, but it doesn&#146t really matter, cause it was MY DAY not theirs. Ha ha.

I also got internet access this weekend, high speed internet access. And it is free, to make it even sweeter. I love free. Now I can internet away to my heart&#146s content and all from the comfort of my own home.

On Friday, I had an OB appointment and my doctor did an internal exam and told me I was 2 cm dilated and 80% effaced (effacement is the thinning of the cervix). I am not in active labor yet, but she told me I could go at any time. So who knows when this baby will come. I haven&#146t felt any contractions. I may have this baby in a few days or in three weeks, who knows. But I&#146ll tell you this much, it&#146s freaking me out.

After I&#146m done being pregnant, I don&#146t get to go back to the way I was before, back to my normal life. And the only way out of this whole pregnancy thing is to have this baby. And after that, then there will actually be a little tiny baby in my arms. For the rest of my entire life. It&#146s scary and intimidating. And exciting as all hell. But damn if it doesn&#146t bend my mind.

I am both happy and sad to no longer be pregnant. I&#146ve really liked being pregnant, even the bad parts and the uncomfortable parts. Pregnancy is such a surreal experience. You only get one first pregnancy. And when it&#146s over, it&#146s over.

So to recap: I had a terrific baby shower, I finally have high speed internet at my house and I&#146m 2 cm dilated.

I apologize now for the boring entry. Expect more of the same.

This Saturday is my baby shower and I am very excited. I have to tell you, loafe. I really love being the center of attention and getting gifts and eating cake and laughing with girls and having people talk all about me and my baby.

I am going to be sad when this is over, because all this lovely pregnancy attention will be pulled away and given to Ryland. He deserves it, but after 9 months of everyone being concerned with me, it will be an adjustment. I suppose I will be too tired to care. Some of you make sure to send a little christa lovin&#146 my way, so I don&#146t feel too bad, okay?

I should finally have internet access at my house after Sunday. Aren&#146t you just delighted to pieces, because I certainly am. Happiness is a warm gun? Hardly. Happiness is a broadband internet connection.

I haven&#146t been around much lately. And for that I am truly sorry.

The lack of loafing and loving is really getting me down. I hate not having internet at my house, but I am going to rectify that situation soon. I may be poor, but I don&#146t need to live in the dark ages, do I? DO I?

I think not.

Only around four or so more weeks left. I am starting to feel ready to have this baby. I am uncomfortable about 83 hours of the day and I&#146d give my right leg to be able to sleep on my stomach again and last more than an hour without peeing.

This is a boring entry and I should have come up with something better after my absence, but I am tired and sticky and sitting here is making my body hurt, so you will all have to wait. I have some things on my mind though, so stay tuned!

hahaha! get it? I said whoremoans instead of horomones. I am so funny.

Anyway, I am feeling much better today than I was the other day. Despite the fact that I am unbelievably hot and sticky and tired and a little bit constipated. Everything is gonna work out just fine and I need to just remind myself there is a reason why I ended up back in Tucson. Right? Right.

I really don&#146t like being constipated though.

You know, even before I was pregnant, my vagina was always pretty warm. That area just radiates heat, which I suppose is a good thing. But ever since I got pregnant, my crotch has gone from being merely warm to the hot fiery burning core of the earth. I expect to start bubbling over with hot magma anytime now. I am not sure if this is normal pregnancy behavior or what, but I do know that if you&#146re not careful I could burn you with my Hot Crotch.

You&#146d think I&#146d have something else to talk about besides being pregnant, wouldn&#146t you? But you&#146re wrong. I have nothing else to talk about. Nothing. My life pretty much consists of me reading pregnancy books, thinking about the baby, rubbing my belly, remembering the past 7 months of pregnancy, pondering labor, reading yet more baby books and magazines, watching baby shows on TV, looking for people to listen to me talk about my pregnancy, dreaming about babies and moaning and complaining about how uncomfortable I am. It sound incredibly boring and annoying, but I like it. I do wish I had more unemployed friends who would hang out with me during the day and go to the movies with me and basically find ways to entertain me. All this baby/pregnancy obsession can&#146t possibly be healthy.