Everybody will be happy to know I have not killed my brother.... yet. He and my mother have a relationship I will never understand. Last night at 10:30 I hear mom saying "I'll cook you a hamburger" and then she cooked him a hamburger. I was considering yelling out "He's 19, he can cook his own hamburger!" . Instead I had insomnia.

On a happier note, I feel the boy move daily. It's not a flutter or a quickening whatever that is. I feel movement and weight shifts. It's so comforting and fun to feel him and I wish Rob could feel it somehow.

Poor Rob, it's always crunch time at work but it's super crunch time now. The flooring guys screwed up the baseboards so Rob is doing it himself but there is a lot of drywalling that needs to be done and all of it needs to happen before the painters come on Friday. Needless to say he is a stress ball and he goes from work to home to work on the house. I am kind of lonely and Rob is uber stressed. I will be so happy when things are normal and quiet back in our own house.