Tomorrow Iz's godmother Stacy is throwing me a baby shower. This is already altruism incarnate, but if you consider that she and her partner have been trying to get pregnant for 18 months, well, I just don't know what to say. Good thing she's a practicing Catholic with a fighting chance for canonization.
In the mean there are people in every room of my house. And I have pregnancy insomnia. This means my options this morning from 5 (when I woke up) to 8 (when everyone else woke up) were limited to:
-Folding laundry in the bathroom
-Taking a bath. Which is nice, but gets old after an hour or so.
-Sitting at Iz's tiny desk putting together the Leelo's Day books that were promised to folks LAST CHRISTMAS. This was possible because Leelo had snuck into our bed with Seymour, and Iz could sleep through an air raid. Although to get all the materials together I had to be stealthy and and raid two other rooms where people were dozing away.
Time for a nap.