Christmas Eve calls en espanol, and nesting

Joel and I were actually home this year for Christmas. We spent Christmas eve night putting together a kitchen set. At one point, I was laying down, taking a rest, and the phone rang. I reached over to answer, and after I said hello, the person on the other end said, "Hola, buenos noches!" for some reason when this person said this, it didn't register that that was Spanish, I guess because those are such familiar words, and I was half asleep. Then he started with some sentences in Spanish. It really caught me off guard, so I just said, "sorry, you have the wrong number," and hung up. Well, I guess that that confused him because he called right back. I tried again, telling him that he had the wrong number, but I was awake enough now to know that he didn't understand, so I just hung up, and went into the front to help Joel out. I figured that this guy would get it, and give up. Not the case, I explained to Joel who was on the phone, and a little after explaining the phone rang again, so Joel went and turned the answering machine on. After he turned it on, we got about 4 or 5 more calls, each with a message in spanish. I told Joel that I was going to get the phone, and try to help them understand that they had the wrong number. The whole time I was trying desperately to remember some of the spanish that I had in high school and college, but it just wasn't coming to me. So, they of course called again after a few minutes, and I answered. I got the same, hola, buenos noches, and I explained, "no hablo espanol," I guess this confused the man, so he passed the phone to someone else, they gave me a line in spanish, and I replied with my line, they passed the phone again, and by the end I must have spoken with 4 of them. After I had talked to the fourth one, there was a weird noise and the connection was lost or they hung up. Either way, they didn't call back. On one hand, I felt bad that they were trying unsuccessfully to get in touch with someone, and on the other hand, their persistence was pretty funny.

I would post some Christmas photos here, but I don't have a single one. I used the video camera all day, and didn't get the camera out once :(

I had a normal 2 week check-up today with my doctor, and some strange things happened, maybe the planets aligned, I don't know what was going on. I see a doctor at the physicians tower at Woman's and this morning when I arrived for my 10:15 appt., I pulled into the very full parking lot, and someone was pulling out of the very first spot in the parking lot. I don't know if you have ever tried to park at Woman's, but it is almost as bad as LSU, I usually end up parking in the back of the extension of the parking lot that was added recently. I could not believe my eyes. I walked in, ready for the usual 5 min. wait for an elevator, and lo and behold, the elevator opened right up. I got upstairs to the desk, 15 min. early (I had built in this time for the parking and elevator). I figured I would be waiting in the waiting room at least the 15 min. and probably more like 30. Instead, I went to open the door, and Theresa, the nurse, was coming out, and she says, "I was coming to get you." I went right in, and waited just a few minutes for the doctor. He checked the usual, heartbeat, measurement, etc. asked if I had any questions, and that was it. I was done with my appt. before 10:15. I walked out, and again the elevators that usually take several minutes, opened right up. I made it out to the car by 10:20. It was very strange.

I have a little over a month to go before my due date, and I guess that that and the hormones were starting to get to me yesterday. My hormones have been particularly crazy this week; I have had some crazy mood swings. So yesterday, I was thinking about how little time we have before the baby comes, and I started to think of all of the things that we have left to get. I just felt this urgency to make sure that everything was ready for bringing home a new baby. I made a list so that I wouldn't forget anything, and so that I could start picking some things up while I'm out. Well I guess the combination of the list and crazy hormones were getting to me, because I could not get my mind settled to go to sleep. I had to discuss it all at length with Joel before I could go to sleep. He was probably thinking that I was crazy, but I really had to get that stuff out. I guess that he felt bad for me, because today I was IMing him at work, and he told me to go get a rocker (one of the items on my list, that I was most concerned about).