Dimitri’s cousin Peter and his girlfriend Aisling came to town for a long weekend. They went out to the casinos a few times, but mostly, they hung out with us. It was a lot of fun.
Bean, after a frosty first day, decided that Peter was her best friend and book buddy. That poor guy must have read the same three books to her 40 times. He didn’t seem to mind too much, though.
Bean had trouble getting to sleep last night. It turns out that it was my fault. I apparently locked the cat in Bean’s closet. When Dim went in to check on her, she was cooing like she does when she’s watching the cat. Dim discovered and released the cat, and Bean’s cooing stopped. I can’t imagine how many times Ruby must have popped into her dreams.
I feel exhausted every day. My ass, she drags. I haven’t barfed in a few days, which is nice. We had dinner with Dim’s father George. Upon finding out about our pregnancy, he demanded that the child be a boy and that it be named George.
Sigh.