9

Thank heavens for central air conditioning. It's extremely hot here -- I only go out before the sun comes up, or after it goes down (speaking of vampires). Otherwise, I'm soaking myself, and my children, in cool water every minute of the day.

Nine days until Hub-D and I will be at the hospital, poring over the sweet little body of our new daughter, and probably still debating names.

I feel kind of "let off the hook" by another mom in Chebbles' dance class, whose son was born mid-March, and they still haven't named him. I mean, if she's in no hurry, why should I stress? Don't I have enough things on my plate without sitting around mulling over alliteration and familial connections? Then must I undergo the inevitable contemplation of potentially devastating nicknames our unborn daughter might acquire?

It's all I can do to keep track of the million ESP "conversations" taking place in "Breaking Dawn," the last book in the Twilight series.