Wicket's kicks, punches, and general acrobatics have removed any doubt that I am in fact going to have a baby. I am still trying to stay fuzzy on the fact that this little guy is going to have to exit my body somehow. Neither of the options seem appealing, so I'm going to put off thinking about that for as long as possible.
I don't want to good mouth it, but so far, so good. From what I hear, this second trimester is the real highpoint of pregnancy, so I'm sure things will get less pleasant the further along we go, but for right now, I'm kind of enjoying this pregnancy thing. I'm definitely enjoying never having to suck my stomach in...
Interested in the minutae of my daily life and how I'm feeling right at this moment? You're in luck! I have seen this on other blogs, so I can't claim to have invented this particular variety of navel gazing, but here we go...
Feeling sick, but just with a cold. No pregnancy-related ailments to complain about!
Wanting my husband back. Tom's been gone for over a week for work, and he doesn't come back until Monday... Man, I miss that guy!
Wearing a lot of yoga pants and not a lot of make-up. What with this cold and the aforementioned absence of the husband, I've been letting things slide over here appearance-wise.
Eating Fudgcicles for days. I melt them a little bit, push them off the stick, and stir in some almond butter. What? Is that weird?
Drinking tea and more tea.
Reading reviews of baby gear in an attempt to decide which car seat, crib, and bouncer is most likely to keep Baby Cusi alive and happy.
Listening to Serial. Damn that crew from This American Life, they have created another podcast that I can't get enough of. I am so hooked on this.
Watching a lot of garbage TV. Again - sick and husband-less. Bravo is my constant companion.
Loving feeling the little guy kick, somersault, and generally dance around in there.
Not loving how it's dark at 5pm. Although, it has helped me feel better about getting ready for bed at eight o'clock.