Goood morning to all. I am at work, looking through slits of eyes. I can barely hold my lids open, so I'm forcing myself to wake up and blog. Since I've been at work, I've been contracting off the chain; every 2-6 minutes ranging. They have been much more uncomfortable that the contractions I've had before while preggo this time. I can't believe what time it is and how much longer I have to be here. I'm really disgusted by that fact actually! I think I've become that person that bothers me. I catch myself breathing sooo loudly just sitting here and it's annoying! I went and got some ice water hoping that would help me perk up, but nothing! I think I may have to make a pot of coffee in a few. Oh how I looove me some coffee! Especially late at night :) We are so excited to be getting the keys for our new place tomorrow. We rode by the apartment today and I got out and ran up to the windows to look inside. The carpet was down. And, there were 2 hispanic ladies cleaning. They waved at me and of course, I waved back. It was cute, and I'm sure that they know it's going to be our apartment. Jay is driving himself crazy trying to figure out what to move in tomorrow. We just have so many small things, not many large things luckily. Sooo glad we sold our bedroom furniture, it was LARGE!
Yawn. My eyes keep closing. Oh gosh it's sooo hard.
Chug more water.

Hope everyone has a good night..... morning!

Love,
Kimmie

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