So last night the contractions finally stopped around 5am and I feel asleep only to awake to Tony singing in the shower (he does that every morning) then I listened to him clank his spoon on the bottom of his cereal bowl until he was done eating (it gets faster as he gets to the end) then he vaccummed the den (guinea pig has ring worm - we vaccuum after they have been out for a night) and finally I listened to him try and start his car for a minute or so. After he left 6:45, I feel asleep at last... well for ten minutes! The dogs decided to continually bark at something outside. I think I got shots of ten to fifteen minutes of sleep up until 10:30. I'm sooo tired!

Chrissy and my mom came up around one to have lunch. I felt really bad because I was miserable due to the lack of sleep. But I tried to pull it together and have fun. We went to the Olive garden and had lunch then to Target were I bought a CD alarm clock for Quinn's room (totally cool) and my over night robe and night gown for the hospital. Oh yeah and by the time we were in target my mom got severe diarrea also, she said she'd had it since that morning so it wasn't me that gave it to her. She said it burned really bad which made me feel better because I thought it was the hot peppers I ate that made me burn but it's the bug... I really hope it doesn't affect Quinn.

Kara and greg had a party of some sort today, and I think I saw people with pool towels and swimsuits. I'm so jealuos that those two have a pool. When I was a little girl I didn't dream of a big glorious wedding, I dreamt of my home. I always saw a modest size brick style home with a beautiful garden and huge fenced in backyard with a beautiful pool and a deck surrounding it. The kind of backyard you see on extreme makeover. Well maybe the version of the house has changed since I was a little girl but the dream is still there. I thought I wanted to be an interior decorator because of this dream but I found I had no desire to decorate other people dream homes! Tony doesn't understand why I get so upset about the condition of our home. Not that it's bad but he has no concern to plant flowers or paint the hallway or fix the trim. To him it just doesn't matter. But for me it's sad to not have things around me be pretty. I don't mean expensive, but organized and attractive. I grew up in homes that were always delapitated I want more now. My father always had great intensions to fix them up and huge plans to make them wonderful, but he just never did it... now I see that quality in Tony. It's not a bad thing but to be with some one who always dreamt of her dream home, well it can be a problem in our relationship and it has been, I'm not sure how to attack this issue with him. He's already made it clear that he is not going to make his life about a house he'd rather live life and enjoy it, which is wonderful. But how do we both get what we want?

Lately my dream, if I won the lottery would be of course to obtain my dream home but to also by fixer-upers and make them awesome then sell them real cheap to families that need homes. Or maybe if I won enough create a company that runs off of donations and give homes to the needy.

Well enough lottery dreams, I think I will sleep well tonight!