If it's this bad now...
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Your Way - Murley Shertz
Today, I think "Megan" officially crossed a line: the line between "Cute little flutterings that feel odd and sometimes tickle" to "Holy crap, would you stop that?!" I mean, some of these are make-my-eyeballs-pop-out kicks. And she's only about 8" long now - she's less than 1/2 the size she will be.

Yipe.

and the biological adventure continues!
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Seinfeld (in the other room)
I lifted my shirt today to scratch my belly a bit. I happened to be in the bathroom, and happened to see my bra - there were very small stains at each nipple.

Welcome, colostrum!!!

fa-reaky part deux...
Mood:  caffeinated
I dreamed this Sunday night:

I had the baby, which was actually a foot-long water-snake thing with drawn-on blue eyes (but could still giggle through the drawn-on mouth). And because it was a water snake, I couldn't hold onto it and kept dropping it - and every time it'd make this odd squishy sound and then look up at me with the drawn-on blue eyes and giggle. When I woke up, I was cradling my knee-pillow like it was a baby. But I didn't drop the pillow.

What does this mean? Am I guaranteed to drop the baby, or does it mean that the baby will have Adam's blue eyes? ;-)

fa-reaky...
Mood:  hungry
I've been feeling movement inside for weeks now... but last night, while watching my belly with my hand over it, I actually *saw* my first movement. Weird. And of course, each time I told Adam to come over and feel, she'd stop moving. Ugh.

Cry baby cry...
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: I've Got a Feeling - Beatles
The need for food has seemed to subside a little bit - I'm not quite as wildly ravenous, but that doesn't mean that I don't love chow! What I've noticed lately is that I CRY AT EVERYTHING. I'm so freakin' emotional that it's not even funny. I had another OB appt. yesterday (I've gained about 13 lbs. and everything looks great so far), and I asked her what I should do to prepare for childbirth. Aside from taking a couple classes - one for both of us, and a daddy boot camp for Adam - she suggested watching TLC's Baby Story. So, I watched two episodes this morning - and was bawling by the end of each of them. And just trying to get through more than a couple pages in one of my pregnancy books - watch out, 'cause here come the waterworks!!! Of course, I can also turn into Psycho Bitch, too. Not that I like that... at least the crying is somewhat more tolerable for others...

the size evolution
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: Bitches Ain't Shit - Ben Folds (v. appropriate for the kid)
My first training bra was a 28AA. I remember my poor father having to take me to get it at JC Penney in Alton. Once I stopped developing, sometime in high school, I was a 34C. I liked my breasts - not too big, not too small (any more than a handful's a waste anyway, right?). Once I was singing more at college (which caused my rib cage to expand), combined with the fact I'd lost some weight, I was a 36B. At some point after I got married, I drifted down to a 34B. Then, of course, I got pregnant, and many things are changing. A month or so ago, I got re-measured at Vicki's, and was told I should be wearing 34C, so I bought one. Having only one bra that *fits* is annoying, but so is paying $40 for one bra, so I went to Target today, and ended up buying a boring beige bra that's a 36C (more comfy than the 34C and still fits fine). Where will it end?

I will also mention that my wonderfully supportive husband has been enjoying my larger breasts... but he won't enjoy reading this post. Life's a B, hon, so suck it up.

toot, toot, tootsie...
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey - Macca
I've turned into a lean, mean tootin' machine. Not a pretty sight... thankfully (knock wood) it isn't stinking quite yet. Yet.

Currently in oven: Tombstone Harvest Wheat crust supreme pizza. Percent of pizza I'm likely to consume: 100.

UPDATE: In an exercise of restraint over sudden, pregnancy-induced pizza cravings in the ravenous second trimester, I only ate 5/8 of the pizza, therefore saving 3 pieces for a snack in, oh, two hours or so.

Isn't she lovely... isn't she wonderful...
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: the sounds of Adam's razor - it's haircut night, ya know
I just realized I haven't updated this in a while - bad mommy! Any-hoo... lots of developments on the baby horizon:

I am eating EVERYTHING in sight. Joyce calls me the shark, because I have to move and eat, move and eat, move and eat... emphasis on eat. Maybe that's not quite so new, but now I finally GET what "eating for two" means. WOW.

We had another ultrasound last Thursday, and we found out that the baby is "probably" a GIRL!!! They can't say 100% for sure (they never can), but I distinctly saw foldy-looking girl parts on the ultrasound, and not sticky-out boy parts. I'm sure those are the correct, medical terms, by the way.

My moods are fluctuating more and more, which annoys me and REALLY annoys Adam. I will cry or fly off the cuff for a seemingly small matter, or just not be able to stop crying. This part of the whole pregnancy experience, I want to stop ASAP.

Oh yeah, and I majorly peed my pants while sneezing today. GREAT.

FEED ME!!!!!
Mood:  hungry
I have gone from "I'd love some pizza right about now" to the Bottomless Pit: EVERYTHING sounds good. I about licked the TV screen after seeing a Bennigan's ad last night. I had a snack of chips and guacamole at 9:30 yesterday morning. And I'm still only at 127#, and that's an evening weigh.

My next drs. appt. is tomorrow afternoon - the fun day o'testing. Gee, I can't wait. [/sarcasm]

I am fully convinced...
Mood:  chatty
...that this baby takes after me in the movement department. It feels like a tapeworm on crack. It is pretty darn cool, though! I can't wait until it's large enough so Adam can feel it moving, too.