Not a whole lot to talk about this week, really, unless I’m permitted to talk about the extreme awesomeness of the weather we’ve had all week. Just beautiful, and no humidity. Air is off and windows are open, sky is blue. As it should be.
No new exciting vegetable analogies to report; this week I’m told to imagine four navel oranges knocking around in there. 
The fatigue has crept back and I’m finding myself craving sleep at inopportune moments. Such as smack in the middle of my work shift. I’m still sleeping decently at night when I can get comfortable. There’s plenty of tossing and turning and getting up slowly and groanily to pee, of course. I guess I’m snoring lately because I sometimes wake up to pokes and prods from Ray to coax me to turn over so I’ll shut up. I’m noticing my lungs don’t have as much room to stretch as they used to, which is an odd sensation. I have to ease my way around corners because I often forget my girth and bump into stuff. I can’t stop watching my profile in reflective surfaces and apparently I’m not the only one noticing the embiggening; I’ve had two more co-workers suddenly realize I’m expecting and congratulate me because they just now noticed.
My first shower is Sunday and I’m pretty excited about it. My mom, grandmother, sister, and two aunts are hauling down the highway to come to it, and they’ll be meeting several of my co-workers. So that should be fun. At long last, my co-workers will finally understand why I am the way I am.
I feel like the time is just flying by. In nine weeks (give or take) I am going to have a baby.
Lolwut.