Last night Jon picked up a carpet cleaner with the apulstery attachment. All the carpets are now clean and so are the couches and dining room chairs. While he was doing that, I finished the following items:
- dusting mantle
- dusting bookshelf (and everything on it)
- cleaning baseboards
- cleaning chair rail
- organizing/dusting entertainment center
While the carpets and couches and couch pilllows/cushions were drying, we did laundry. When we got home we:
- cleaned door frames
- put couches back together
- put laundry away (apparently a seperate task at our place-because sometimes it doesn't get done)
- dishes
- finished kitchen (again-including mopping)
- cleaned bathroom
- finished the last touches in the bedroom (yes-it is done!)
At that point, my contractions were going crazy. Jon freaked out. At 11:30 pm he decided that he needed to run to Smith's to get a stopwatch so that he could time them. I tried telling him no, but it was like telling a little boy in a toy store to not touch anything. When he got back, we were able to get a more accurate timing. They lasted between 30 seconds and a minute, but they never did get to where they were evenly spaced. They were anywhere from 2-15 minutes apart. We got so excited. We felt ready and we wanted to go...
Obviously, since I am posting, nothing more happened.
Oh well, we are getting closer! Check out those 5 lonely links...
I'm a little worried about what I am going to do tonight to keep myself busy. Maybe I'll clean the car...
Oh, the other thing that I want to mention that I think is SO CUTE is my mother. She calls every morning and every evening, and several times throughout the day. She says she just wants to see how I am doing and make sure that I am OK. Last night I left my phone at work. When I called her from Jon's cell to let her know that I had forgotten my phone (about 8:45 pm), she was still at work. She was getting everything ready for the next day...just in case I ended up going into labor. She has been doing this for about a week now...
This morning she called Jon's cell to see how I was doing. He was already on his way to work, and they talked for 5-10 minutes. When she called my work this morning, she already knew all of last nights details.
No matter how many times I tell her that I will call her as soon as we leave to go to the hospital, she still calls to make sure I'm OK and she hasn't missed anything. I think it's cute.
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