Well, we survived class #1. Of course, our class #1 was actually class #2 for most people. The childcare classes are in a series of three, and due to various scheduling issues, we had to do class #2 first...we'll pick up class #1 in May, around the time we start our month of childbirth classes. So anyway, last night's class was newborn care. It was...interesting. I definitely had this image of what you see on TV and in movies with classes like this, and honestly, it wasn't far off...just not as comedic, unfortunately. Not that it didn't have its moments, but it was a lot less exciting than I thought it could be. A lot of it seemed like validation of common sense...like duh, when you give the baby a sponge bath, you should make sure you get in all the creases (armpits, ears, etc.). I suppose if you've never had exposure to reality TV shows showing births, the video we watched at the beginning was probably a little eye-opening. We spent time discussing how the baby was purple at birth, how its head was misshappen, how it was covered with white goo (vernix), and things like that...all very normal things if you've ever seen a real birth on TV.
I will say that parts of the video went a little beyond what you see on TV, though, particularly when it came to breastfeeding. I really could have done without the up-close shot of a nipple dripping with colostrum (the nutritious yellowish fluid that breasts produce for the first feeding, before the real milk comes in)...for some reason that creeped me out. I also wasn't excited to find out that you do your first feeding almost immediately following delivery. I know I've heard of that before, but I didn't necessarily realize that was the norm. I sort of imagined the first feeding would be me, the baby, and a lactation consultant...rather than having the entire delivery room staff there to experience the awkwardness. I know they've seen it all and after all of that labor I might not care who sees what, but still...the thought freaked me out a bit. Just because I want to nurse doesn't mean that the idea of it doesn't get to me now and then. I know it's better for the baby, and I know it's cheaper and a little less prep work in the middle of the night, but it's just...awkward. Let's face it...when breasts' entire function in life up until this point has been of a sexual nature, it's a bit of a switch to have them be part of something so decidedly un-sexy. I'll admit I sometimes wonder if they can ever serve in their previous function the same way again...hence the reason I'm perfectly ok with Craig wanting to stay up by the top half of my body during labor...no sense leaving him with disturbing images of all of my body parts.
I think my biggest issue with the class was the fake baby. Walking into class we were issued a baby. Since we're don't know what we're having, we got a girl...and at least it was white. We felt a little bad for the late arriving white couple that ended up with the black baby, because considering I was having trouble with my imagination to begin with, that probably would have done me in completely. Fortunately these weren't those fancy, technologically engineered babies that cry or pee, but at the same time, they were SO un-lifelike that it really made them useless. It didn't help that our "washcloth" for the bathing portion was a napkin. Between a stiff baby and a stiff napkin, you just couldn't quite get a realistic image. Getting the baby dressed and undressed was probably equal in difficulty to real life, because the stiffness of the doll (seriously, we almost had to rip the arm out to get the shirt off) probably compensated for the squirminess of a real baby. Judging the tightness of the diaper was nearly impossible, and really, isn't the hardest part of diapering the actual cleaning part? Even swaddling and holding the baby was a little annoying with such a hard doll, because my belly with the real baby inside was getting in the way. Long story short, half of the stuff we learned was stuff I knew at age five when playing with my dolls. I really think we'd have been better off just watching the instructor do these things to an actual baby.
I'm still glad we went, even if just for the little tidbits of information we picked up. We took notes, but what are the odds we'll bring them out when the time comes? Next week is Baby's First Year, so we'll see how that one goes...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A busier schedule...
It seems that now that we're into the last three months of this process, things get a little crazier. Aside from all of the nursery stuff (that we haven't done anything for yet--although, other than maybe painting and clearing the rest of the stuff out, there isn't much we can do until after my showers), there's now a steady stream of things to take care of. I have doctor's appointments every two weeks, our child care classes start tonight, and we still have to take care of visiting potential pediatricians (on the radar, at least) and daycares (waiting on some info, but not really jumping head first). Lots to do. Craig's schedule should ease up a bit after the next few weekends, unless the Knighthawks get a lot of help from other teams and make the playoffs. Just in the last few days Craig has had lots of craziness with his job...there's a decent chance (barring some extra crazy happenings) that he'll have a greatly reduced schedule this summer, which will be really nice. It could be just one sport, six roadtrips and 12 games total. It still sounds like a lot to jam into 3-4 months, but it's better than all of that plus 20 additional home games. He needs the break and I'm sure I will need the help! I think the next step is moving the other bed out of the baby's room and donating it to charity. It's old, and we don't have a lot of extra space to store it anyway. I guess we'll only be able to accommodate one guest in a real bed, and any others will have to deal with the air mattress. Sorry to any of our future visitors...but that bed wasn't that comfortable anyway. No idea if we're going to paint or put up a border in the baby's room. I still can't quite visualize it all, but maybe once we have some furniture to put in there it will help get things moving. I do need to clean out the closet in there as well, though that's coming as soon as I get around to seeing if any of my summer clothes have any shot at fitting me...and if not, I may just have to move them into my closet anyway and do wholesale switches each season. Yikes!
Anyway...I did have a doctor's appointment today, and all went well as usual. Tonight is newborn care class, which should be interesting. I will hopefully have some fun goodies to report on that soon. And I will post a picture of me soon, too, I promise!
Anyway...I did have a doctor's appointment today, and all went well as usual. Tonight is newborn care class, which should be interesting. I will hopefully have some fun goodies to report on that soon. And I will post a picture of me soon, too, I promise!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Being "Cute Pregnant"
For all of my potentially childbearing years, I have dreamed of being "cute pregnant". For those of you unaware of the implications of that, the only thing I can really say is that you'd know it if you saw it...and conversely, you'd know when you were seeing the polar opposite. Upon seeing pregnant women over the years, there have always been the ones where I was like, "Man, I just hope I look that good when I'm pregnant," and others where I was like, "As long as that never happens to me, I'll be ok." There are definitely some women whose bodies handle pregnancy better than others, though I suppose that just because one pregnancy ends up cute, it doesn't mean anything when subsequent pregnancies come along, for many reasons.
Judging by the reactions of people (namely family and co-workers), I have succeeded thusfar in maintaining a cute pregnancy. Whew. Very thankful for that one. The compliments are nice, but I don't quite know how to respond to them. It's like, getting a compliment once in a while in normal life is nice. But on a day like your wedding day, or maybe the prom, days when you look way better than usual, you have to adjust to getting a flood of compliments. I'm not saying every day brings a flood, but even hearing once a day every day that you look good is just...different. I just say thank you a lot and leave it at that.
I've decided that half the battle is dressing yourself well. That's the case in normal life as well, but when you're pregnant, a cute fitted top and pants that fit go a long way. Of course someone in clothes like that is going to look a heck of a lot better than someone in sweats or other shapeless clothes. Heck, I need to go out and get some maternity tank tops so I feel better working out...the oversized t-shirts just make me feel bigger than I am. It's harder to tell it's a pregnancy belly vs. a beer belly when I'm wearing an adult large t-shirt. But in something fitted, there's no question...and that's how I'd rather be seen. If my belly is relatively cute and round right now, I might as well show it.
Speaking of working out...I do credit that with keeping things under control. Being in shape gave me a good starting point when I got pregnant. And now, while my workouts aren't exactly strenuous, they've probably negated most overeating I've done. They've also kept me in an active mindset. Those couple hours at the gym each week are a couple less hours I could be sitting on the couch and eating, and just keeping on my usual schedule of working out 2-3 times per week probably keeps my eating mentality on a parallel level to what it was pre-pregnancy (I eat mostly what I want now, but since I never got in awful habits before, I don't really have them now).
This has all made me wonder how many "cute pregnant" women I've seen over the years were among the naturally skinny, and how many actually made an effort at it. It's tough to tell how much of it is based on genetics, pre-pregnancy body composition, actual effort, and clothing choices. I think each of those has played a part for me, but I'm sure there are some people who come by it completely naturally. I know my body has a propensity to gain weight if I let it, so I don't think I'm totally in the genetics zone. Being in good shape to start out and not sitting down with a half gallon of ice cream have probably helped a lot. I don't know what my body will do in the coming months, but it's nice to know that a little effort has kept things looking good so far. I can't even describe how relieved I am to make it this far without ballooning up...so awkward or not, I'll take the compliments and use them each time as a reminder of how lucky I am to be where I'm at.
Judging by the reactions of people (namely family and co-workers), I have succeeded thusfar in maintaining a cute pregnancy. Whew. Very thankful for that one. The compliments are nice, but I don't quite know how to respond to them. It's like, getting a compliment once in a while in normal life is nice. But on a day like your wedding day, or maybe the prom, days when you look way better than usual, you have to adjust to getting a flood of compliments. I'm not saying every day brings a flood, but even hearing once a day every day that you look good is just...different. I just say thank you a lot and leave it at that.
I've decided that half the battle is dressing yourself well. That's the case in normal life as well, but when you're pregnant, a cute fitted top and pants that fit go a long way. Of course someone in clothes like that is going to look a heck of a lot better than someone in sweats or other shapeless clothes. Heck, I need to go out and get some maternity tank tops so I feel better working out...the oversized t-shirts just make me feel bigger than I am. It's harder to tell it's a pregnancy belly vs. a beer belly when I'm wearing an adult large t-shirt. But in something fitted, there's no question...and that's how I'd rather be seen. If my belly is relatively cute and round right now, I might as well show it.
Speaking of working out...I do credit that with keeping things under control. Being in shape gave me a good starting point when I got pregnant. And now, while my workouts aren't exactly strenuous, they've probably negated most overeating I've done. They've also kept me in an active mindset. Those couple hours at the gym each week are a couple less hours I could be sitting on the couch and eating, and just keeping on my usual schedule of working out 2-3 times per week probably keeps my eating mentality on a parallel level to what it was pre-pregnancy (I eat mostly what I want now, but since I never got in awful habits before, I don't really have them now).
This has all made me wonder how many "cute pregnant" women I've seen over the years were among the naturally skinny, and how many actually made an effort at it. It's tough to tell how much of it is based on genetics, pre-pregnancy body composition, actual effort, and clothing choices. I think each of those has played a part for me, but I'm sure there are some people who come by it completely naturally. I know my body has a propensity to gain weight if I let it, so I don't think I'm totally in the genetics zone. Being in good shape to start out and not sitting down with a half gallon of ice cream have probably helped a lot. I don't know what my body will do in the coming months, but it's nice to know that a little effort has kept things looking good so far. I can't even describe how relieved I am to make it this far without ballooning up...so awkward or not, I'll take the compliments and use them each time as a reminder of how lucky I am to be where I'm at.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Kids at heart
Yesterday reminded me yet again how lucky I am to have Craig. As much as I wish he worked less and all that, he's still a great husband. And, assuming he can maintain some flexibility with his job and all of the craziness that's been going on there for the past few months doesn't stress him out too much (when paired up with parental responsibilities), he should be a great father. Part of the reason why is because he's still a bit of a kid himself.
Yesterday was a prime example. Craig was having a field day playing this game online. A year or two ago he discovered Lego Star Wars, the video game that recreates the Star Wars movies with Legos. Then he found out that they were coming out with Lego Indiana Jones, to coincide with the release of the next Indy sequel this year. He's been excited about it ever since, and found a game on the Lego website that uses a Lego Indiana Jones as its main character. It's a Super Mario-esque game, and we had a blast when we first discovered it. We got through the first two levels, only to find out that the last two were still "Coming Soon". Months later, the last two levels were finally released, and it was so funny to listen to Craig playing it over the phone yesterday afterhours at work. He got such a kick out of Indy riding his Lego horse, or the bad guys throwing Germans out of the back of their Jeep to throw Indy off track. It was really cute. While watching him play the game later, it struck me just how much fun he's going to have as a father, reliving a lot of his childhood experiences through our kids. Obviously boys will be more conducive to that, but he'd adjust to a girl somehow as well...even if it's just playing with her stuffed animals and giving them voices. Heck, he entertains me with that stuff right now. Anyone who's been around our house knows about our stuffed moose collection, and Craig can make me laugh just by pulling one down from the top of the couch and bringing it to life. I do worry a bit that he's going to be the "cool" parent, that he'll be the one the kids want reading them their bedtime stories because he can do funny voices, but I suppose that as long as I get to watch, that's ok too. Thankfully, we've both got our kid side, and I'm thinking we'll definitely need it in the years to come!
Yesterday was a prime example. Craig was having a field day playing this game online. A year or two ago he discovered Lego Star Wars, the video game that recreates the Star Wars movies with Legos. Then he found out that they were coming out with Lego Indiana Jones, to coincide with the release of the next Indy sequel this year. He's been excited about it ever since, and found a game on the Lego website that uses a Lego Indiana Jones as its main character. It's a Super Mario-esque game, and we had a blast when we first discovered it. We got through the first two levels, only to find out that the last two were still "Coming Soon". Months later, the last two levels were finally released, and it was so funny to listen to Craig playing it over the phone yesterday afterhours at work. He got such a kick out of Indy riding his Lego horse, or the bad guys throwing Germans out of the back of their Jeep to throw Indy off track. It was really cute. While watching him play the game later, it struck me just how much fun he's going to have as a father, reliving a lot of his childhood experiences through our kids. Obviously boys will be more conducive to that, but he'd adjust to a girl somehow as well...even if it's just playing with her stuffed animals and giving them voices. Heck, he entertains me with that stuff right now. Anyone who's been around our house knows about our stuffed moose collection, and Craig can make me laugh just by pulling one down from the top of the couch and bringing it to life. I do worry a bit that he's going to be the "cool" parent, that he'll be the one the kids want reading them their bedtime stories because he can do funny voices, but I suppose that as long as I get to watch, that's ok too. Thankfully, we've both got our kid side, and I'm thinking we'll definitely need it in the years to come!
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sorry for the long break...
...but I meant to post over the weekend and never got around to it. It was a full couple days, that's for sure. Off to Buffalo Friday night, Toronto with Craig most of the day Saturday, and some quality time with my parents yesterday. It was a good, quality weekend with great weather...but I think it tired me out more than I thought, because I am beat today. I fell asleep on the couch last night by the time Craig got home from the Amerks game, and did a little tossing and turning last night (sleeping is getting a little tough these days), so I'm sure that didn't help either. Add on that I've got a TON of work (annoying stuff, too, which doesn't happen a lot) and today is really not a fun day. I'd much rather be sitting out in the beautiful sunny weather taking a nap, you know?
I did get to see quite a few family members while I was in town, so that was nice. Judging by their reactions, I've gotten quite a bit bigger just in the two weeks since Easter. I probably could have guessed that, because I've really been noticing how much my belly projects now, but sometimes it all starts to run together. And like I've said many times, it all depends on what I wear from day to day. In any event, I'm big enough now that random people were coming up to me and my parents after church congratulating us...so yeah, it's that obvious. The good news is that everyone (family and friends) are complimenting me on how good I look. I guess it's a relief that my body hasn't totally spazzed out yet, though like I said a couple times yesterday, we'll see what happens when I actually have to push this baby out of my body...no guarantees until I've actually done that!
Working out is getting harder seemingly every week, but I'm going to keep trying. Of course, our first round of baby education starts this week, and it's right after my usual weekly class, so I'm not sure I'll be able to pull class off for the next couple weeks...which could be bad news for trying to go back to class beyond that. We have a bit of a convoluted class schedule, but by the end we'll have 6 hours of infant care classes and 8 hours of childbirth classes (including the hospital tour and all that). Once a week, two hours in the evening each time. We have one week where the classes overlap, but I don't think it will be too bad. We're really starting from scratch, so those classes should be really helpful. Hopefully it will give me something interesting to blog about for a change :)
One last funny story for today...Last week I was waiting to get on the elevator here at work, and another girl walked up to wait. She looked pregnant, and finally a guy came up to wait as well, and said something like, "Both of you, eh?" We smiled and then he said something about it being in the air or water...and she confirmed it with there being three pregnant women on her floor and me mentioning the four on mine (plus one wife of a co-worker). We chatted a bit about due dates and finding out the sex before the elevator got to my floor, but it just confirmed yet again that there are a TON of pregnant women out there right now. I don't think it's just the age, either, because I'm hearing about it all over the place, from all ages of people...people going to parties and being outnumbed by pregnant women, things like that. Who knows if it's the time of year or what...but it's pretty crazy. And I'm sure that as the layers come off with the arrival of spring, I'll be seeing more and more pregnant women out there in the world...
I did get to see quite a few family members while I was in town, so that was nice. Judging by their reactions, I've gotten quite a bit bigger just in the two weeks since Easter. I probably could have guessed that, because I've really been noticing how much my belly projects now, but sometimes it all starts to run together. And like I've said many times, it all depends on what I wear from day to day. In any event, I'm big enough now that random people were coming up to me and my parents after church congratulating us...so yeah, it's that obvious. The good news is that everyone (family and friends) are complimenting me on how good I look. I guess it's a relief that my body hasn't totally spazzed out yet, though like I said a couple times yesterday, we'll see what happens when I actually have to push this baby out of my body...no guarantees until I've actually done that!
Working out is getting harder seemingly every week, but I'm going to keep trying. Of course, our first round of baby education starts this week, and it's right after my usual weekly class, so I'm not sure I'll be able to pull class off for the next couple weeks...which could be bad news for trying to go back to class beyond that. We have a bit of a convoluted class schedule, but by the end we'll have 6 hours of infant care classes and 8 hours of childbirth classes (including the hospital tour and all that). Once a week, two hours in the evening each time. We have one week where the classes overlap, but I don't think it will be too bad. We're really starting from scratch, so those classes should be really helpful. Hopefully it will give me something interesting to blog about for a change :)
One last funny story for today...Last week I was waiting to get on the elevator here at work, and another girl walked up to wait. She looked pregnant, and finally a guy came up to wait as well, and said something like, "Both of you, eh?" We smiled and then he said something about it being in the air or water...and she confirmed it with there being three pregnant women on her floor and me mentioning the four on mine (plus one wife of a co-worker). We chatted a bit about due dates and finding out the sex before the elevator got to my floor, but it just confirmed yet again that there are a TON of pregnant women out there right now. I don't think it's just the age, either, because I'm hearing about it all over the place, from all ages of people...people going to parties and being outnumbed by pregnant women, things like that. Who knows if it's the time of year or what...but it's pretty crazy. And I'm sure that as the layers come off with the arrival of spring, I'll be seeing more and more pregnant women out there in the world...
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Human Punching Bag
I'm feeling a bit like a human punching bag today...only the punching is coming from the inside! The baby has been moving a TON all day. Most of it has been on my right side, as usual, but it's been pretty constant. There have been short spurts where the baby will settle into a certain position for a while, but generally that hasn't been comfortable either...like right now where it feels like something's trapped way on my side. A couple times it felt like the baby was trying to crawl its way out of my belly, through the skin. As I've said before, it's not really painful as much as it's just uncomfortable. It can be entertaining to watch my belly move like there's some sort of alien in there, though. I remember back a couple months ago where I was dying to feel movement, and I knew that at some point I'd be kicking myself because all that movement can get uncomfortable. It is still nice to know that the baby is in there and doing ok, though. I guess that's the trade-off.
I've been noticing in the past few days little signs of why pregnant women are so ready to just have the baby by the time the 9th month rolls around. I know that my little issues are nothing compared to how I'll be feeling by then, but I just keep getting glimpses of it. Like when I try to get off the couch and it takes a couple tries. Or when I'm trying to put socks on and have to use an alternate method than the one I've used for the previous 20-some years. Or when I try to lay on my side to sleep or relax (the only option when pregnant) and STILL can't get comfortable because of where the baby is hanging out. Not to mention all of this movement. It's not waking me up yet, thank goodness, but I'm sure that's just around the corner. The frequent bathroom breaks aren't too fun either. Yesterday I went before I left work, and spent about 45 minutes driving and doing a couple errands before I had to pee so badly that I was practically rushing out of my last stop so I could just get home. And there are times where 10 min. after I go, I feel like I could again...but mentally I know I can probably wait. It's better when I'm sitting...walking seems to trigger it. But I'm slowly starting to see why full-term women are so uncomfortable and so ready to just get the baby out...can't wait until that's me in the middle of what is sure to be the hottest June on record! ;-)
But really, I know I've had it easy thus far, so I suppose I'm due for some discomfort. Beats the heck out of three months of puking.
I've been noticing in the past few days little signs of why pregnant women are so ready to just have the baby by the time the 9th month rolls around. I know that my little issues are nothing compared to how I'll be feeling by then, but I just keep getting glimpses of it. Like when I try to get off the couch and it takes a couple tries. Or when I'm trying to put socks on and have to use an alternate method than the one I've used for the previous 20-some years. Or when I try to lay on my side to sleep or relax (the only option when pregnant) and STILL can't get comfortable because of where the baby is hanging out. Not to mention all of this movement. It's not waking me up yet, thank goodness, but I'm sure that's just around the corner. The frequent bathroom breaks aren't too fun either. Yesterday I went before I left work, and spent about 45 minutes driving and doing a couple errands before I had to pee so badly that I was practically rushing out of my last stop so I could just get home. And there are times where 10 min. after I go, I feel like I could again...but mentally I know I can probably wait. It's better when I'm sitting...walking seems to trigger it. But I'm slowly starting to see why full-term women are so uncomfortable and so ready to just get the baby out...can't wait until that's me in the middle of what is sure to be the hottest June on record! ;-)
But really, I know I've had it easy thus far, so I suppose I'm due for some discomfort. Beats the heck out of three months of puking.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Random notes
I hope everyone out there had a good weekend. It turned out to be a busier weekend than I had anticipated. I had some spur-of-the-moment company on Saturday when my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Mark made a random trip to Rochester. Luckily my day was free and I got to spend time with them (and my cousin Lori, who was headed over to my house anyway, before they even showed up). The baby even survived its first garbage plate! Then on Sunday and Monday we had to head back to Buffalo for a funeral on Craig's side (a great aunt). While it's not a great reason to have to go there and miss work, it was nice to have a couple bonus days with Craig. He's got a busy week ahead of him, so the extra couple days were nice.
The belly is getting bigger every day, it seems. One of these days I'll have to post a picture again. It's really looking like a pregnant belly now, pretty round and sticking directly out from my otherwise normal-sized body. I've definitely got the basketball thing going on. Not complaining. I'm very appreciative of the fact that my face, hips and everything else have stayed relatively the same size as they were before. As I've mentioned, it's a little tough to tell since I can't wear any of my old clothes to compare, but I did wear a skirt yesterday that was maybe a tiny bit more snug in the thighs than it used to be, but that could just be because I had to wear it slightly differently than in the past. But that it fit at all is all that matters, right?
The baby's been keeping the painful positioning to a minimum in the last few days...not too much jamming into my ribs or staying in a particular area for too long...but there are still moments where I can tell it's put all of its weight into one area or another, and that can still get a little uncomfortable, depending on where the pressure is focused. I noticed a little assymmetry of my belly a few times over the weekend as the baby moved around...still nothing noticeable unless you're really looking, though. People are probably thinking I'm nuts, though, because I rub my belly a LOT. Sometimes it's just something to do with my hands, to check on the baby's position or something, but a lot of the time it's when I feel a body part (still unidentifiable) push out and I want to see if I can figure out what it is. I've also been doing it to cover up obvious movement, so people don't get too creeped out if they happen to see it. I suppose I also do it because it's just that freakin' crazy how big my belly is, and I almost have to feel it to believe it's there!
That's about it for today, unfortunately. The baby is jamming me in the side so it's pushing my arm out of its normal typing position, so that must be my sign to quit for today! Catch ya later!
The belly is getting bigger every day, it seems. One of these days I'll have to post a picture again. It's really looking like a pregnant belly now, pretty round and sticking directly out from my otherwise normal-sized body. I've definitely got the basketball thing going on. Not complaining. I'm very appreciative of the fact that my face, hips and everything else have stayed relatively the same size as they were before. As I've mentioned, it's a little tough to tell since I can't wear any of my old clothes to compare, but I did wear a skirt yesterday that was maybe a tiny bit more snug in the thighs than it used to be, but that could just be because I had to wear it slightly differently than in the past. But that it fit at all is all that matters, right?
The baby's been keeping the painful positioning to a minimum in the last few days...not too much jamming into my ribs or staying in a particular area for too long...but there are still moments where I can tell it's put all of its weight into one area or another, and that can still get a little uncomfortable, depending on where the pressure is focused. I noticed a little assymmetry of my belly a few times over the weekend as the baby moved around...still nothing noticeable unless you're really looking, though. People are probably thinking I'm nuts, though, because I rub my belly a LOT. Sometimes it's just something to do with my hands, to check on the baby's position or something, but a lot of the time it's when I feel a body part (still unidentifiable) push out and I want to see if I can figure out what it is. I've also been doing it to cover up obvious movement, so people don't get too creeped out if they happen to see it. I suppose I also do it because it's just that freakin' crazy how big my belly is, and I almost have to feel it to believe it's there!
That's about it for today, unfortunately. The baby is jamming me in the side so it's pushing my arm out of its normal typing position, so that must be my sign to quit for today! Catch ya later!
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