Between pregnancy insomnia -- I woke up at 2:30 on Saturday night and 1:30 last night -- and the fact that I think we've had house guests every weekend since the beginning of August, I'm exhausted, the house is a wreck and I've gotten almost nothing done to get ready for the baby that is supposed to be arriving in about a month.

I think I'll lock myself in a closet and cry now. Well, I would except that wouldn't really get anything accomplished, so I guess I'd better fold laundry instead.