Poor Pants

This morning I wore some drawstring maternity pants to work. I walked into the bathroom stall with some urgency in my steps. As I hurriedly undid the drawstring tie, I managed to create a knot. So now I'm ready to pee my pants and I can't see over and around my belly to analyze the knot. There I stood. Helpless. It was awful.

We're gonna win, Twins...

I love the enthusiasm of Dick Bremer. There is no one quite like him. Over the last few Twins games, there hasn't been much to scream about (in a good way, that is). But here, in the first inning of the Angels vs. Twins... my little Twinkies have given Dick a couple of hits to scream about. And I love it.

Hot Stuff

Today it hit 116 in Phoenix, the hottest day of the year so far. At 10:08 pm, it's still 102 degrees out there. I should be giving birth in about a month and a half and I've gained 41 pounds since January. I spent most of the afternoon in the sun.

I am officially the toughest pregnant woman ever.