We’re doing homework, reviewing what The Boy will be tested on in social studies.

Bryan: Okay, so.. who was an escaped slave that created the Underground Railroad to help other slaves get to freedom?

The Boy: Um.. John Parker Wilson?

I have no clue why the painful contractions come at night.  It’s like a practical joke.  Cause you’re tired and you’re ready to sleep (and your husband is home for the first time all day), and all you can do is swallow the pain.  Sucks.

I’m working from home again today, because I only got about an hour of sleep last night.  I wonder if the doctor’s appointment didn’t “agitate” an already tempermental cervix and that’s why it tormented me all night. 

I miss my husband.  He’s doing great stuff and it’s for a great cause, so I hate even admitting it, but I worry that we’ll never have any time to ourselves before the baby gets here.  Everytime I talk to him, the project has slipped out a day, so it looks like Thanksgiving will be the first time we have time together. (Which is okay, since the Iron Bowl is that weekend.)

In other news, I am so ready to start exercising again.  I’ve found my Winsor Pilates set, I’ve dusted off my TurboJam DVDs, and I’ve been eyeing a Leg Magic at our local Bed, Bath, & Beyond.  (I know.  I know I’ll be exhausted and exercising will be the last thing on my mind.  I also know that all of my clothes are in a size that I currently can’t fit into.)

That’s the update from the couch in Five Points.