Yes...Yes I'm still here.

Mr. Sloth just feels awful. Aside from the fact that I could be in labor at anytime which would be extra exhausting for him, he's trying to prepare to be away from work for a few days. That stress isn't helping. It's not like he can just take a few days off. A few days off could mean no mortgage next month so the poor guy has to work no matter what. So the poor guy has to prepare as much as possible and hope nothing catastrophic happens while I'm in labor.

I can't tell how I feel. I very well could have what he has now, but seeing as we were up half the night with Demand who knows the cause of my tiredness. Demand woke up screaming around 2:30am. (We'd much prefer I wake up screaming at this point.) When I got to her room she was at the gate and without discussion when I opened the gate she bolted for our room. Ok, then. She apparently needed to sleep in our bed.

So Mr. Sloth was sick and already feeling a lack of space. (Yes, he's brave enough to complain about lack of space at this point) Demand and her very urine soaked diaper basically sat on my belly and slept on my entire pillow. Finally I decided to head downstairs, but Mr. Sloth, in so many words, begged to take my place. So Demand and I tried to make it work in our bed. She woke up a few times crying. At one point I decided giving her a sippy cup of water might help. Of course she had to come with me to get it which woke Mr. Sloth up because toddlers only have one volume setting at 4am. Being in the kitchen reminded her that she hadn't eaten a good dinner so she tried to persuade me to feed her cereal. I could feel the glares from Mr. Sloth, only feet away on the couch, even though I know his eyes were shut. Finally we went back up and she fell asleep, the water worked. At 7:10am I rolled over and she was awake. I told her to go downstairs and tell Daddy to give her breakfast.

She said thank you.

I walked he to the hall to make sure she had enough light to get downstairs. As I climbed back in bed I heard her talking to me and then saw her and her super sad face in the doorway. She wanted her doll but her doll was in her dark bedroom. So I had to get that and then I looked back to see her trying to balance not only her doll and sippy cup but now her highchair as well. In exhausted frustration I grabbed everything and headed downstairs. Mr. Sloth exhausted as well heard the ruckus and asked what was up. I managed to verbalize enough language to express my desire for her to eat breakfast. Which he rightful understood as "You take her I'm getting some sleep".

I slept about an hour before having to get up. I made big plans for Demand and I today to pass the time in case baby was still enjoying it's seclusion. We had a 9am chiropractors appointment and then we were off to the mall for some walking until lunch.

After lunch Demand got a bath after a pooping incident. She was actually excited for naptime as it meant she got to wear her new jammies I picked up at the mall for her. However, excited for a nap and taking a nap are two different concepts. Mr. Sloth told her to go to sleep countless times including at least one diaper change, and when I finally went in to release her at 3pm she wasn't wearing a diaper. I knew this would happen with a night gown.

Sidekick happens to be coming home early tonight which means we can have our spicy dinner before CCD and not at 9pm. We almost have Wild Wings on Wednesdays or Thursdays.

It's a little after 3pm now. Plenty of time for baby to come, but as far as I know baby is not coming. (So don't ask.)