I stayed home from work today. I was very much annoyed that I had to, but Justin-Voice-of-Reason convinced me to stay home and rest. I got a cold yesterday and went to bed early but the only hours that I did not watch pass on the clock were the 2:00am and 3:00am hours. By the time I had taken a shower and done my hair I felt like I was at the end of an 8 hour work day instead of the start of one. I don't know what it is about gearing up to deliver a baby that tells my body to plummet into sickness that makes me even MORE exhausted, but hopefully I'll be better by baby time, as opposed to the last go-around. I went to the doctor today and she asked me if she could try to start things so I could have the baby tomorrow. I said OK. Up until this week this concept was anathema, but I'm just so ready and tired that I'm just in a "whatever" state. But alas, after checking she said, "Nope-you're definitely not ready. I couldn't even do anything if I wanted to." I said OK and went back home. Since this week is a short week, I'm hoping to go to bed early tonight, go to work tomorrow, and then spend four days resting. Or having a baby. Whatever.