Word of the Day: distemper Today is the day four people I know were born. So I've pretty much done absolutely nothing during my break. Tomorrow, however, I'm going shopping for work clothes since I went up four or more sizes since I became pregnant and never needed to buy nice clothes in quantity. JD's never been with me when I'm really shopping, just when I've looked around and not been serious about it. I really hate to shop, not only because I'm poor and can't afford anything I want and actually look nice in, but mostly because...no, you know, it's just that. I don't know how I feel about Monday, bringing Patrick to the daycare. On one hand I'm glad that he's going to be around other babies, new people, doing new things. Mostly doing new things because I'm running out of things to do with him. On the other hand, I don't want him getting sick or being ignored or being away from me or forgetting who I am. Although sometimes I think he already hates me. Like now, when I can't stop him crying. I've been trying to write this entry for an hour now. This is why I can finish anything. Knowing this, however, it's my own fault, I suppose, for starting anything at all.