have you ever seen a sloth in action?... That's about how this week is going. Slow. And I seem to be relating to the great and powerful Sloth in many other ways, as well, as the afternoon tireds are starting up again. My boss, Melissa, swears it's the little baby's fault, doing all that growing. Poor Macy, she gets blamed for everything. Although most of my little physical quirks of late are caused by the fact that she's growing in my belly, but still...

Actually, I've been studying most of the week for the midterm I took last night. And studying, after all, does not do much to make the clock tick faster, nor does it assist in one's feeling of excited wakefulness. But I'm hopeful it paid off because I have a somewhat positive hope that I at least got a B on the test. I'll find out next week. One day before I get married. That's right, I said one day before I get married.....

Otherwise, the week has been uneventful and happy. My heart has grown, my mind has grown and my baby has grown. But unlike my heart and mind, little baby proves it by kicking and squirming, (wouldn't it be wierd if our organs did that?). All is right with the world. I even slept really well last night for the first time in about a week. But I won't complain, for as Mike always says - it's always a good night when you make it through without a ventilator. I think that's medical humor, but even so, it's quite funny.