I see all these websites out there, and I'm thinking...Why the hell not? Why shouldn't I just be able to beg for money with the best of them? I'm always saying I can't sell. I couldn't sell water in Death Valley, for crying out loud. Why not prove it once and for all by showing that I can't possibly sell my own self? At the very least, it ought to be a nice, stress-relieving hobby, right?

Tamara and Caitlin officially joined the Girl Scouts today. They joined Troop #487 in the Michigan Capital Council, and went on a field trip to Impression 5 to earn their Space Explorers patch. Their troop has nine other girls in it, so they have lots of new friends to get to know.

It was sunny today, and while I can't say it was warm, it at least was not freezing cold. I even took Jarod out for a little while this afternoon. Wednesday is supposed to be even warmer, and I think we will go to the park that day.

Here it comes, my first real full day alone with five kids. I didn't realize it until Brian said something this evening, after the older kids went to bed. Friday Mom was still here half the day. So tomorrow will be my first day of the real deal. I don't think it's going to be a problem. I'm feeling so great, even the tenderness I was still getting in the nether regions is almost gone. I'm just going to take things one at a time, and see how far I get.

Jarod DeMar Hunt was born at 11:47p.m. on Sunday, February 12, 2006, only 12 days late. He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces, was 21 inches long, and had a 14.5-inch head. He was born unassisted, caught by Daddy, at the Greenhouse birth center in Okemos, Michigan, after 20 hours of labor and only 30 minutes of pushing. Baby Jarod is getting lots of loving care from his happy brothers and sisters (although the girls seem to have trouble remembering that he is a BOY!).

Would somebody please tell this baby to come out now? I am so uncomfortable. Thank the gods my mother is still here and we kind of worked things out, because I literally do not think I could handle it alone right now. Oh, I know I would if I had to, but I can't imagine how at the moment.

I'm due in two days. Every week I go in to the midwives, I get yelled at for doing too much, for not relaxing enough, for not asking for help, blah blah blah. You know what? THERE IS NO HELP. None. It's not there.

Mom's been here since Thursday. She's been good help, for babysitting and occasionally cleaning up meals, etc. Good shopping. And then she complains because I don't boss her around enough. Same with Brian.

Oh my gosh, that's such a small number! How did I get here? I'm definitely ready to go on maternity leave. I've already pretty much left my programming work, but I'm still trying to keep up with housework and school. My midwife thinks I should already be on leave, and I know some people do that with their regular jobs. But I've never gone on leave until I went into labor, really. Then again, I've never been in this much pain before.

Oh my gosh, that's such a small number! How did I get here? I'm definitely ready to go on maternity leave. I've already pretty much left my programming work, but I'm still trying to keep up with housework and school. My midwife thinks I should already be on leave, and I know some people do that with their regular jobs. But I've never gone on leave until I went into labor, really. Then again, I've never been in this much pain before.

I am so sick and tired of pregnancy hormones. I feel like psycho woman. I hate it. I hate being irrational all the time, and the fact that I know I'm being irrational just makes it worse. I start crying over something stupid, and then I start crying because I was dumb enough to start crying in the first place! Yesterday, I ended up sitting in the Frandor parking lot for about an hour and a half, crying and sick. I'd been hungry, and decided to take the kids into Panera for bread and cheese for a snack.