Randoms

I currently have a kitty trying to make room for himself on my lap, with the laptop and the baby belly. Good luck with that, Smith!

I've been reading the blogs and staying up-to-date a lot recently, so it's about time I put something on the page.

In just a little over two months, I won't be a working girl anymore. With all the crap that's been going on at work lately, I. Can't. Wait. When you'd rather take a weekend job stocking shelves at a retail store than return to your job post-baby, that should tell you something. The discount would be worth more to me than my "career path" (or lack thereof!!) at my current position.

Babel loves to play at 11pm. TH is having a TON of fun watching my belly jump, kick, roll, and sway from side to side. The little goober must think it's a great time to party, just like his Tati.

I got the buttons on my fall coat moved over and a pair of maternity jeans hemmed, and I about jumped out of my skin with excitement last weekend. The buttons were so exciting! Sad, but true. :)

We have a doc appt tomorrow, and while the u/s at the office is crappy, I can't wait to say hello!

My doc kind of sucks. She's been on my ass about weight gain, she's completely inconsistent about it, and I stress more about getting on the scale for our appts than I ever did at a WW weigh-in. No one at the weigh-in chastised me after the result. :/ The SMT always reminds me I'm growing a human, and TH reminds me that it's not just me weighing X lbs, but rather me+Babel. I've actually been feeling much better about the weight these past few weeks, and I've only gone up 2 lbs in two weeks, so we should be all clear tomorrow. It's funny b/c nothing has changed in my diet, but the gain has slowed. (At 29 weeks, I'm up 27 lbs.) The slow gain made me worry about Babel for a day or two, but I'm over it with his hyperactivity. I'm really glad to be able to say the weight isn't bothering me too much lately, but there were definitely more than a few weeks where I was having a really hard time with my body image. It's so easy to *say* you're gaining the weight for the baby, but when you've got a doc being unnecessarily hard on you (no high bp, no GD, or any indication of either), were already up 10 lbs from treatments, AND started out with body image issues, it's not as easy to accept as I thought it would be. I do think I feel better about it b/c the belly hides my view of my thighs. (My body seems to think that Babel lives in my thighs...)

The room is coming along nicely, though we're about to hit a bit of a stalling point due to busy weekends. My masters thesis draft is due on Monday, and it's all kinds of crazy here. I have a take home midterm due on Wed and a lab report due on Thursday. Our NYC shower is on Saturday, and we have 5 people and a baby coming to stay with us for most of the weekend. Do you think I can convince Smith and Jones to clean the tub for us? Babel certainly will not let me do it...

I believe TH is having a little bit of a crisis over the fun things that he will be limited in doing once Babel arrives. As I type, he is playing his newly formed weekly online computer game with friends. I'm so over it, LOL! He puts on headphones but then proceeds to semi-shout to his teammates about all kinds of random chit. "Control the unit!" "Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Am I all alone?" (I'd guess so, TH....) "CONTINUE on that hatchery!!" "Destroyed!"

Yeah. Awesome. I lost my Grey's date for THAT. I'm not normally the woman who doesn't let her husband do his own thing, but if I could wipe this game off the computer, I just might do it.

Hormonal? Yeah. A bit. I've been a wee bit cranky for the past two weeks, though I've been putting in lots of time on the thesis. I think that might be the real problem.

Did I mention work is sucktastic? Just thought I'd throw that in there again. The only good thing about it these days is the lovely friendships I have there. There are two other pregos, and I have loved having others to talk to about this journey. We've bonded over stinky crotches (why doesn't anyone TELL you this?!), bad (and dirty) maternity clothes, and McDonald's on a rainy day. Lovely.

So, I think that's it for now. Sorry I'm so boring these days. Perhaps next time I will come up with some better stories to share. You know, after the thesis stops sucking the life out of me. (TUESDAY!!)