Well, it looks like we decided on the right week to head downstate. I finally reached the brink of mytolerance level yesterday and am now pretty anxious to get things moving. 

It turns out the back pain I'd had through most of my pregnancy wasn't sciatica, because I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Sci last night. Turns out that's ten times worse than my worst back pain ever. I thought I was dying. It's doing better now, but I'm going to try to take it wasy today in the hopes it doesn't come back as bad as it was. I also reached maximum pregnancy discomfort, which is something I didn't have with Lucy until MUCH closer to my due date. Yesterday was just bad all around. I've never felt all the muscles in my body give up at once. 

In addition to my feeling yucky, Lucy has hit the terrible twos with a vigor usually reserved for keg stands and top 40 pop stars. Awesome! She's started each morning this week with a passionate tanrtum and general disdain for authority. She's still napping well and sleeping fine, but I'm so over the button-pushing. With any luck a change of scenery and some Grandma-love will fix her age-appropriate nonsense. She's fine if I keep her extremely busy and just a bit out of her comfort zone, but that requires the energy of a professional gymnast, or at least a 25-year-old UNpregnant mommy. I think getting down to Baltimore and seeing some new sights will help her a lot. I can't imagine it's much fun just sitting here watching the belly grow. 

Well, Maple can't live on lunchmeat, animal crackers and cheese cubes forever, so we have to run to Walmart to buy dog food. Andrew made a large obstacle in front of the giant wall she's been scaling, so hopefully she'll stay in the yard today. I still can't believe she got over in the first place, let alone twice. 

Oh, I also need a toothbrush.