In Which I Demonstrate My Boredom

One of the mildly irritating things about Blogger is that if you type in your password wrong, it gives you the gulp-inducing message that the e-mail address/username doesn't exist and suddenly you wonder if all those posts have faded into oblivion. Thankfully it doesn't give me the heart attack it used to, but it's still kind of a bizarre error message. What are they trying to say? Doesn't exist in our system? Doesn't exist at all even though the e-mail address is hosted elsewhere and therefore Blogger has no way of knowing if it exists or not? What is existence of an e-mail address anyway? Does it only exist if it's valid? Anyway, since I am a terrible typer I get this message at least once a week and it bothers me.

Another irritating thing in my life these days: telemarketers. My sleep has not been the greatest, so if I'm up half the night I do enjoy my lie-in until 10:30 or so, and yet some of these telemarketers are calling me at 9:50. How annoying is that? My stupid phone doesn't seem to have an option to turn the ringer off, so I have to unplug it completely, which is a mild pain. But even the somewhat more reasonable 12:30 calls are really going to piss me off in a few weeks.

The weekend was good - just hung out and played Scrabble and watched episodes of HBO on TV. Last night I was sure things were happening as I was having all sorts of cervical twinges and twitches, but today it's very still down there. So I guess I am going to be one of those mamas who goes past her due date. I need to think up some activities for this week as now that D (and everyone else I know) is back at work after the weekend, I am bored out of my skull.

Suggestions welcome! I've been doing some tourist spots, but I may have to hit up some more. Another project for today is putting the kibosh on the in-laws' daily phone calls regarding my status. I do appreciate their interest, but it's kind of stressing me out - mainly if I am labouring at home, I don't really want to be fielding calls.