I can't decide if I'm feeling extraordinarily full of ideas or just so caught up at work that I feel I should be blogging about my ridiculously interesting life. Yesterday we put the crib up (hubby did it, last time I helped, a divorce nearly ensued) and moved dressers around. And then I was not happy with the result, so they're getting moved again. Although, this time I don't think I can help quite as much because I could barely get out of bed today. Which is not unlike most days, but today was worse. I also went through some of Jack's newborn things, finding all of the neutrals so baby has a head start on his/her wardrobe. They are so tiny! Hard to believe just two short years ago, Jack was wearing the very same thing.

I don't remember feeling ridiculously bloaty/gassy last time around. You know the feeling - when you're with a new guy or on a first date, or in a presentation/meeting, and you hold the first one in and then it just snowballs until your belly feels like a rock and the minute you leave, the gas just blows out of you like a deflating tire. Only the air isn't coming out this time. I was actually in a meeting once where a guy just let them fly. First his belly was making high pitched noises (or maybe it was his ass), then he finally just let it fly and said, "excuse me" and kept going. I almost had to leave the room. I almost died. I wanted to die. It was a professional meeting! Or as professional as you can get in an office where the dress code is that there is no dress code. I could wear sweats to work. But I digress. Ugh. I began thinking of other frightening pregnancy scenarios, one of which included me swelling up like a giant Stay-Puft marshmallow man from the heat of the summer. I won't be able to wear my shoes. I'll be confined to flip flops and my toes will hang over the edges like giant sausages. I'll get rashes in between from the friction. My rings will have to be cut from my bulging, purple fingers. I will most definitely avoid all sunflower seed consumption at baseball games. Another included a giant, overnight growth spurt by baby in which I wake to find my entire stomach covered in gnarly, red stretch marks. As if my cat has suddenly sprouted claws and used my belly as a scratching post. There are any number of things that can make my imagination run wild - and I wonder where Jack gets it.

I will say, I have been disappointed that I haven't had any baby dreams yet. Last night I dreamt I was part of the Friends cast and we were saying our goodbyes before the final show aired. Not too long ago, I dreamt Nick Stokes and I were CSI partners who secretly loved each other. But no baby dreams. This could be a good thing considering my current mental state. Maybe they start later on in pregnancy. I can't remember.

I have Jack stories but I will save them for next time. I have a slew of pictures Jack took with the camera that I need to post also. Until then...