Curse of the lost water bottle

This morning I accidently left my water bottle in the gym. No big deal, it was just an old gatorade bottle anyway. So I thought I'd just buy a bottle of water and re-fill it as needed throughout the day. I went to the science building, which has vending machines. The big vending machine with juice and water was of course, not working. The other THREE vending machines next to it were full of soda and junk food. One machine had bottled water, but of course it was sold out. So then I went to the little subway/coffee shop next to the library. I picked out a juice. Guess how much they wanted for the juice? $1.69. All I was really after was the bottle, so I said no thanks. And they didn't have any bottled water. Whatever happened to $.75 bottled water? If I were willing to drink a soda, I'd be in good shape, but I won't do that. I could walk across campus to the UC building and buy a bottle water at "El Mercado," but I've been walking all over campus, and I'm pregnant and tired. I'll have to come up with something before my next class though, because it's hard to sit through an hour and fifteen minutes of lecture without something to drink.

Chloe didn't take a nap yesterday. I picked her up from daycare at around 3:00 and they said they couldn't get her to take a nap (at that point she'd been awake for over 8 hours straight). I figured she'd fall right asleep on the ride home. Wrong. So then I thought she'd go right to sleep once I put her in her crib. Wrong again. After she ate a half a quesadilla, I tried putting her down again at 5:30pm, and this time she fell asleep. Then she woke up at 8:30pm. I let her dink around for a little bit and have some yogurt before putting her back to bed at a little after 9:00. All I have to say is she better not plan on making that sleeping pattern a habit.

I think I'm finally going to stop mowing my yard. I've been doing it every week since Miguel left in February. But the missionaries came over yesterday, and the lame, flaky guy that I don't like has finally been replaced, so I asked the new guys if they would be willing to mow my yard. They said all I had to do was call them up. So, if I feel good tonight and the weather's nice, I may do it one last time just for kicks, but if not, they're getting a phone call.

I'm starting to have contractions. Don't worry, not the labor kind, just the practice kind. I remember when I had them with Chloe, I thought it was her doing some sort of stretch. I was amazed at how she was able to my stomach all tight and rock hard. Well, now I know it wasn't her doing that.

Ok, I've pretty much just been typing out of bordom, but I just found something to do, so I'll go ahead and wrap this up.