Monday, February 7, 2011

All apologies...

Sorry about the slight hiatus. I wish I could report that it was because I've been out being uber-productive and so forth, but really, we've just been lounging around. It's kind of nice. I feel almost criminal complaining about the weather here, but really, it's hard to want to do anything when you've got a week of solid rain and 45-degree days. (sorry, Northerners - that counts as crappy weather for me now)

Still, it's been a pretty good week. Noah's finally been moved to a real (-ish) job, so he's now going to be out of the house a lot more, apparently, but I'm not sure for what. He delights in being all Secret Squirrel. Such is apparently life when married to the military.

How far along? 24 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: Up 18, I think, depending on how much I'm inclined to trust the scale.
Maternity clothes? Yeah, no change there.
Stretch marks? No!
Sleep: Excellent. I've gotten a weird burst of energy and haven't been needing my customary morning nap this week.
Best moment this week: Probably all the movement - James has been somersaulting* around all day long. I can almost tell what he's actually doing sometimes.
Movement: See above.
Food cravings: Apples and oranges and popcorn.
Gender: Still a boy.
Labor Signs: B-H contractions are getting a little more frequent, but that's all, fortunately.
Belly Button in or out? In, but it looks weird.
What I miss: Bike riding. I don't even have a bike right now, but I got the urge to do some cycling, and the internet graciously informed me that I can't. Bastards.
What I am looking forward to: Ultrasound on Thursday! (glucose test also on Thursday, but I'm not looking forward to that one)
Weekly Wisdom: None. Feeling unwise at the moment.
Milestones: Viability! 24 weeks means that if Jim came out right now, the doctors would do everything in their power and he'd have about a 50-50 shot (or 30-70, depending on what source you go with, but I like 50-50 better).

*Please indulge me in a moment of pride for spelling that correctly on the first try.


Rosa said...

*But don't you mean somerassaulting?

TeamOSM said...

Indeed. My little guy is totally an assault-er. Jerk baby.

heiligeglut said...

Hah, yeah, assault is right. Last night I couldn't sleep because the little monster kept bellyflopping on my bladder. I swear I almost wet the bed.

Kevin said...

so, he does have your tremendous grace, huh?