We had dinner with my mom and dad - or manga and pawpaw as they are affectionately known.

Had our second flu shot. Went to stay and play (think grassroots Gymboree), two playdates, and our regular Wednesday playgroup. Made dinner for a friend who just had a baby. Made dinner for Uncle Brad and Aunt Morgan. Visited the Science Center. Checked out some new books and movies at the library after story time. Went over to my Aunt's for a few hours.

Found, picked up, and sanded the perfect antique dresser (1903! for $60!) for Harry's changing table- am in the process of finishing the second coat of paint. Hung all of the pictures on Harry's walls. Painted both of the doors in the nursery and ironed the slipcover (which I wouldn't mention but it took me almost TWO hours...I thought 106" drapery panels were bad!).

Caught a cold mid-week that has us all kinds of stuffed up. Thought for a minute that I was in labor due the ridiculous cramping occurring in my lower abdomen- NINE wakeups (and bathroom trips) later I talked myself out of it.

Brian worked yet another 80 hour week and hasn't seen his children in days. Which means I am a single mom.

This is our 'normal.' It wasn't even a 'busy' week for us. As I get bigger and bigger, this 'normal' is totally kicking my ass. Good thing it's Friday and my husband works 30 out of the next 48 hours and I have to work my mom's group Holiday Bazaar (and bake for the bakesale). Oh, and then attend a few open houses for schools we're considering for next year, which is a whole post unto itself.

I signed up for all of this when I fell in love with a doctor-to-be. I can't complain. BUT sometimes, just sometimes all I want to do is COMPLAIN...and cry a little.

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On a completely non-whining note, we had a total breakthrough with PT#2. Three days ago I decided to let Fin be- no more nagging, watching, asking. An amazing thing happened. She started going. all. by. herself. We would be in the middle of playing and she would look up and say, "Mommy, I go potty," and then she'd run upstairs and GO. All. By. Herself. Just like that. Three days later and we no longer do pull-ups at naptime or when we leave the house and we are ACCIDENT FREE (except for one slight dilemma of saving our #2s for our nighttime pull-up. But for now, I'm totally OK with that!). Yes, there will be setbacks and who knows if the trend will continue, but right now, this second, things are looking GREAT!