Craigslist after I promised him a thrift store bed frame that I would redecorate with my as-yet-unapplied DIY skills. For some reason he read this promise as (a) a threat and (b) completely insane since it required me to have magical time-stopping abilities where I could do a DIY project. Between going through boxes, setting up the nursery, bookkeeping, contracting, medical appointments (for me and family), blogging, and attending childbirth education classes (a new one!), I have exactly zero time for anything and stop moving only when I collapse or come to a grinding halt after freaking out about how much there is left to do. Ok, I don’t generally freak out, but I've done it twice in the last week so The Hub has decided this is what eight months pregnant looks like. I think it will consist of cookies and shopping, but we'll see.