Well, I’m late posting this, but I’ve been slightly preoccupied.
Yow. I can’t even think. I’m actually posting this from my bed with an iPad, if that tells you how out-of-whack my head is right now.
My little navel orange has morphed into an avocado this week. That’s weird because around here, navel oranges tend to run bigger than avocados. So, well, whatevs. I don’t have my nifty “wacky physiological things that are happening to your fetus” app near me (where is my phone?) so I will just reach for the nearest pregnancy book, since I have redecorated my house with the things.
Oh, screw it. I just thumbed through two and didn’t find what I was looking for. Something about hair, fingernails … something. Horns? I don’t know; I’m not a doctor.
I’ve been feeling mostly okay except for the near constant headache. I don’t let myself take Tylenol very often so occasionally I caffeinate it, but most of the time I just deal with it. Or tweet angrily about it. Wonder why pregnant ladies are grumpy? It’s because there’s fruit in their uteruses and alien hatchlings in their craniums.
I was getting the hang of typing on this iPad until I realized I can’t hit the space bar with my thumb because I have a long fingernail. Dang it.
Anyway. The deluge of babythings has begun in earnest. Lesley brought me quite a haul and Ashley topped it off with a changing pad. I’ve got the goods crammed into the bedroom lest they become cat toys. They will eventually but I want them to at least be babythings first.
Hearing the heartbeat Tuesday was amazing. Having that recording has been priceless. I sent it to my parents and brother and sister. Krissie said she just cried and cried and my dad replied, “That sounds like a boy’s heartbeat!” And I think he’s right. This whole time I’ve felt like it’s a boy. No reason. Just a feeling. We’ll see about that.
Okay, I have to crash. I have had an incredibly long, busy day.