Seven months pregnant. The only thing that in really keeping me sane at this point is that I know that it's only two more months until Claire comes and Fi won't be pregnant anymore. This past week she has done multiple things to make me on edge.

First, we were finishing up a job, we were chasing after this guy, and she tackled him. It was not the regular run into and push tackle. She literally ran and jumped onto this guys back knocking them both to the ground.

Second, we were getting some things ready in the baby's room. I leave for ten minutes to go get something, and when I return she is pushing things around the room, rearranging everything. She even moved the crib, and trust me, that thing is heavy. At least a hundred pounds maybe more.

Third, when we were getting ready to go to sleep last night she sat down on the floor, and started to lift weights. Not the five pound weights either, the fifty pound weights. Then she proceeded to do a full out stretch.

Now you can see why I am slowly but surly going insane. Right now we are at the mall. Going maternity clothes shopping. Fi claims she has to go shopping for more clothes every other week. I am humoring her because I am trying to stay on her good side.

Sam is on her bad side right now, and honestly I feel bed for him. I think, almost know, that Fiona is trying to make his life a living hell. The reason she put him on her bad side? He made a comment about how much weight she was putting on, and how it was too bad she couldn't have a beer to congratulate a case well done.

"Michael! Are you coming or not. You know that you didn't have to come. I wanted you to go see your brother and offer to watch Charlie, but no you came with me to go shopping. You made the decision to come, so you damn better get you ass over here and help me carry these bags!" she said. Yes, she is in a bad mood, yet again.

Listening to her complain I got up and took her bags from her. "Why don't we go get something to eat." I suggested knowing that food will make her easier to be around. I have learned that most of the time when she is in a bad mood she is usually hungry.

Her face lit up at the talk of food. "Yes! I've been having a big craving for pizza? Oh look, there's a pizza place just around the corner! Let's go there." she said taking my hand and leading me in the direction of her nose.

We ordered a box of pizza and found ourselves a seat. "I can not wait until Claire is out of me! You have no idea how uncomfortable I've been here lately." she commented taking a big bite of her food.

"Well, I don't think it really helps that you are still wearing those high heels. Why don't you get some flats to wear? I'm sure you would be more comfortable in those than heels." I suggested. I know that this is going to come back in me but I said it anyway.

She gave me a dirty look. "Michael what do you know about my choice in foot wear? You know nothing about how I feel. You will never know how I feel, because you can't be pregnant. You're a man." she said. Now she is off. She has said these things for the last month. Going on and on about how I don't know how she feels.

"Fi, I never said I knew how you felt. I'm just trying to find a way to help you feel better. I don't like the thought of you being in pain." I said trying to get her to clam down.

She started to clam down. "You really think that Michael? All you want is for me to feel better?" she asked me.

"Yes." I said glad that she is finally starting to get it.

"Then you will stop making stupid suggestions!" she growled.