Yesterday: What a crappy day.

That old expression: when it rains, it pours was never so appropriate as yesterday. My mood seems to be influenced by the weather, and when I woke up, I hurt all over (stupid joint pain), the barometer had fallen, and it was just a gray, wet, nasty day. I had had trouble sleeping, and I had very little rest. Sprout (the new baby, who we are naming Evey Lyn) is getting bigger and more demanding all the time, and I can't wait until she is born.

I tried to get up and focus on getting things done, but it just hurt too much to move. I took a painkiller my OB had given me, and that knocked me right out. When John finally got home, he had his own horror story to tell: he nearly got broad-sided on North Bridge St in front of Applebee's, and he slammed on his brakes to stop (the other driver totally blew a red light) and with all that action on a full ton truck, he blew his brakes or brake lines... he has that to work on today and tomorrow.

I'm behind in everything, and this is so unlike me: really, it is. I look at my glider cages, and I want to decorate them with all new cage sets so that they match up with Sprout's new ensemble, but I have no energy to do that. Hopefully, today will be a better day.

The plans for today include:

1. Removing all unnecessary items from the living room and setting up Sprout's new crib;

2. Paying the bills;

3. Placing all of Sprout's new things in the dresser her big sister gave to her;

4. Having that second cup of coffee to get me motivated to do all of the above.