I am getting to that point at the end of pregnancy where I am, sadly, perpetually miserable and grumpy and just want to have this baby. I try so hard not to be "that way," but it's difficult. I am ready. In the meantime, however, I am just trying to rest as much as I can, not bite the heads off of my beloved family members, and keep my hands and mind distracted. Last week was the celebration of Elijah's 8th birthday. He wanted his party to be a Hobbit themed party, but because I basically forgot about his party until two weeks before, I had very little time to plan. I had no time to order neat things online, nor did I really want to dump that much money into a birthday party anyway. So it was a pretty low-key, but he had fun. The most important thing to him was having friends over to play with (okay, and maybe opening the presents.) For decorations, I made giant spiders out of balloons and streamers. ...Yeah, that was the extent of decorations. On