Still there

So, I've still got a fetus inside. They checked. Looks like this:

Not as cute as the first one, but I'm not complaining about a chance to peek at The Freckle whenever I can. You can see the two halves of the brain in there, and I'm going with the creepy face as part of Freckle's Halloween costume. My boss, for some reason that I don't understand, really wants me to be having twins, so tried to make the baby's belly into a second baby. Nope, just one baby, thanks. Also, said baby refused to stick it in the camera and give us any hint as to whether or not this is a he or a she. I'm leaning towards "boy" these days, but I think that's because I have babies of both flavors being born very near to this one, so either way is good for me. I still would love a girl because Carter made a whole line of pink giraffe print stuff, but that's really as deep as my lady baby desire goes. A boy would help even out the number of boys v. girls in our house. J & the dog are totally outnumbered with 3 girl cats & me. Anyway, we wait until November to try to get another peek at the business area (and everything else).

This weekend at The Blathering I talked with lots of moms and other pregnant ladies. I got a wealth of information that I will likely forget the next time I sleep because I can't seem to remember anything at the moment. When I described it to my husband, he said it sounded a lot like what his ADD felt like. Awesome. We talked about a lot more than JUST babies, but for the moms who were away from their kids, there was a lot of story-telling and picture showing. Some of the ladies even brought their little ones to Sunday brunch, which was AWESOME because I will take any opportunity to hold a baby right now. I really am that excited about getting to have one. I didn't even mind that I got puked on 2.5 seconds after snuggling up to Jesabes's little boy.

I still don't feel pregnant, or really look pregnant (to me), but people keep telling me that I'm getting a baby bump. I don't always have the heart to tell them that what they see poking out under my shirt is just my regular old hudge, shifted up a little because of the baby. Whatever. No one has tried to touch my hudge yet, so that's good. The subtle change in my shape has not been accompanied by any change in the numbers on the scale yet, for which I'm both fairly mystified and very grateful. I'm still able to wear all my regular clothes, which makes me very happy, as my one (and hopefully only) attempt to buy maternity pants made me want to cry. Skirts, I'm going to wear lots and lots of skirts. And maybe some yoga pants.

I feel much less queasy & sleepy than I did the last time I gave you an update about the state of my innards. This is really nice. I am, however, about 9800% moodier than I remember ever being before in my life. That's just fair warning. I cry at commercials, previews to tv shows, calls from my husband, pictures on the internet, stubbed toes, spilt milk, crumbling cookies and the lack of chicken ramen. All of those things might also result in laughter, rage, or crushing apathy. You just never know, and by "you" I mean me. And you too.

So there. Still pregnant. Everything is going very well and we're all healthy and happy. 119 days down, 161 days to go...