Anna wants me to come out to Long Island tonight, and last night said ok. But now I don't feel like it. These mood swings are going to be the death of me.

Chuck told me a couple of days ago that our dad will be going to visit for the baby's first birthday. At least that's what he's saying now... we'll see what happens between now and then. I can't believe I haven't talked to my dad in a couple of months... but the funny thing is I don't feel guilty. I'm sure I'll get over it soon enough.