Ok, maybe it's not the modem.

But rather the wireless router that enables us to carry the laptop all over the stupid house so that we can engage in laziness in every damn room. You'd think that since the laptop no longer gets an internet connection the hubby would be more likely to lay the damn thing down and I dunno, DO something with his evening that doesn't involve an internet game site. Well, I guess he does that, technically since solitaire doesn't require an internet connection. Yep, you heard right. Now he is carrying the stupid laptop around and playing fricking solitaire in every damn room in the house. He thinks I haven't noticed that he checks to see if there is an internet connection every ten minutes or so, but I have. It's pitiful. He's like the abandoned dog waiting hopefully for his owner to come home. He's like "maybe if I hop on one foot, whistle a tune, blink three times and THEN check, it'll be there!" As if. I think he knows that if he shells out the cash for a new wireless router when we still need some baby stuff I'll kill him, cremate him with the broken one and then use his life insurance money to find a die-hard Oregon Beavers fan that likes big, American cars and Wranglers jeans and marry him. I'm sure he thinks it sucks to be a grown-up. Anyway, hit 36 weeks today. Yes I feel fat, stupid and clumsy. Yes I'm eating everything in sight and yes I'm ready to be done. That is all the time and attention I will be devoting to this subject because I think it lost it's luster as a conversation peice forever ago. I'm hoping people will be inclined to talk about it after the kid comes, just to somebody else. I don't need anything else interrupting my nap. I figure I'll climb out of bed just in time to go back to work after 12 weeks. In the meantime, I'm planning to eat and snooze for just as long as humanly possible. Maybe after 12 weeks I'll put some pictures up or something but until then y'all will just have to imagine. Yeah, I'm a damn ray of sunshine. I know.