Okay, am I the only one who is tired of seeing the “Shot at Love with Tila Tequila” clip where one of the lesbians viciously attacks the other lesbian?  Sure, it was fun the first time and the shock value was high, but now I’m wondering if it’s just an excuse to put some girl-on-girl action on cable tv.

Last night was crazy busy at the Brown-Comer household, since Sarah was in last-minute craziness mode.  The dogs are now washed and all animals have Frontline on them, there is a carseat in my car (which scared the HELL out of me this morning), I packed a bag for the hospital, and the house is somewhat clean.  Why the sudden rush?  Because there is a full moon coming this weekend, and something tells me that’s how my child wants to make an entrance.  That OR during some really important play of the Iron Bowl.

I met the Coven for a Thanksgiving breakfast this morning, which was fun.  We’ve all been so tied up lately that the only time we’ve sat in the same room is various board meetings.  It was nice to sit and let the kids play while we all caught up.  Then I went and bought the most glamorous things in the world: nursing bras.  It was an odd, cyclical thing.. I remember when you had to go into an “adult” store to buy a bra that was cupless.  Now, they charge twice as much, make them ugly, and you HAVE to have one.  Isn’t that weird?

As for progress on the baby, I’ve been walking a bunch today.  Had some contractions this morning, but they’re on and off, and I don’t think it’s anything worth fretting over.  I imagine we won’t hit the hospital until the water officially breaks, anyhow.  I don’t want the hospital copay to learn that I was just mistaking hiccups for contractions.