Getting Spoiled

I'm turning into such a weekend slug. I spent most of this weekend on the couch re-reading (for the Xth time) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I've got a whole shelf full of brain candy reading materials, and I think I've read them all at least once in the past 3.5 months. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but I do wonder just how much of a shock I'm setting myself up for when Skippy arrives.

Alright, I suppose I should admit that I'm about as active as my body will let me be. I'm so busy during the week that on the weekends I really need to just rest. I'd love to do all sorts of great baby-preparation projects on the weekends. Instead, it's all I can do to prepare the baby. Sure, it's no small task creating a life form. But still.

Twitch to the Left! Twitch to the Right!

OK, so how long will it feel like someone is digging in my belly button at random times of the day? The twinges and stretches on the side quadrants are no big deal. And the ones below I'm learning to deal with. But come on now... As an adult, I do understand that my belly button is not directly connected to the baby's by way of the cord, as I once thought.

So what gives? Why should the expansion of my uterus make it feel like someone is stretching a rubberband that's tied to its backside? Can I look forward to this ending any time soon, or should I just get over it?

Slow and Steady Wins the Race

14 weeks, one day.

As of today, my belly is now the foremost portion of my body when I stand regularly. Wow!

I've been put back on Prometrium supplements (although only 100mg/day, not 300mg) so hopefully that will put a damper on my pre-post-partum depression. I know my sherpa will be happy about that! On the other hand, my recently calmed sense of smell may kick in again, and I can only hope that my newly expanded menu posibilities don't become limited again. The adventure just keeps going, and on Monday I get to call my OB to set up the rest of my appointments!