Apparently the Wellness Center doesn’t want preggo’s out in the snow. Our second (and last) childbirth class has been canceled for today; we will be notified of the new date (hopefully soon). I was looking forward to getting this class over and done with. While it’s been informative, four hours is just too damn long to be sitting in a room when all you’re thinking about is whether you can make it to the next break.

I’ve spent so much money on cat beds and yet it seems that Esco’s favorite place to sleep is in our bag of bags.

I’m concerned that I may come home one day to find a suffocated cat, but he seems to love this ‘bed’ more than any other place in the house.

I’m also concerned that one day Tygris may take her obsession with warm places a bit too far.

The pain in my legs seems to have calmed down; maybe it was the initial stretching of the ligaments. Whatever it was, it was damn painful. After talking to my mom last night, it seems like this baby is taking after my youngest brother. While that means a lot of funny moments for our family, it also means I’ll most likely have a full head of white hair by the time I’m 30. My stylist will be happy about that.