TIMES, THEY ARE A CHANGIN'

Today brings with is all of the hopes and dreams of 31 weeks of pregnancy. . .

Who am I kidding?  It also brings a child who barely fits "in there", insatiable hunger, and exhaustion.

I haven't been good, in the past few weeks, of updating properly, so let's do that now:

*  If I am still pregnant on October 21, I will be allowed to work from home again.  This might prove to be a dumb exploit considering all of the password and account accesses I will have to unlock to work when I will get "un-cerclaged" the following week and will likely go into labor.  I'm excited, none the less.

*  My tits feel like little bombs of shit.  My nipples look ready to walk on their own.

*  I am sleeping very poorly and a minute nap in the afternoon isn't making up for it.  I am peeing more than ever and I'm pretty sure I made three trips in 30 minutes last night.  Of course, it may just be that I can't keep track of time at 2am on an already dearth of sleep.

*  The Hub is doing well.  He is still applying for jobs and doing his best to be patient.  I am proud of him.

*  Per some research, I have found that in order to have your child "christened" in the Catholic Church, it requires a class and some signatures that will give the Church sufficient proof that your child has a good chance of being raised Catholic.  Know what's not going to happen, folks?  Heavy discussion with the Hub is bound to ensue - but, I'm pretty sure we will raise our child in the love of God and with a firm understanding of right and wrong.  I don't need a church to do that for me.  Anyway - appeasing in-laws isn't a good enough reason to "christen" a child.  I think a baby blessing is much more suitable.

*  The stretch marks are here.  They aren't crazy.  Yet.  But, I have a feeling they will grow.  Currently, they reside on the underside of my belly.  I can hardly see them in the mirror - but I have a feeling that the shade cast by my gut is blotting out the sufficient light by which to examine them properly.

*  Last week, I had a TDaP.  That stands for Tetanus, Diphtheria and Pertussis.  I just want to warn you:  this shit doesn't hurt going in but I'll be damned if my shoulder didn't hurt for the two days after.  The more important piece of the vaccination is for Pertussis.  As an adult, we carry but are not heavily affected by Whooping Cough.  However, this rather annoying illness can kill babies.  So get it.  Your partner, too.  Grandma thinks she's going to hold the baby a lot?  Make her get one, too.  It won't hurt anything but their shoulder.  Trust me.  It is a good thing.  Make those old people work for the privilege of fawning over their grandchild.

*  Speaking of shots, I am going to head to my neighborhood CVS and get my flu shot for the year next weekend.

*  This pregnancy belly is giving me a new understanding of just how large my normal clothing is.  Today, I am sporting a MIZZOU shirt that I wear un-pregnant.  It works just fine with some room for more belly.  Clearly, I am not a Large and should invest some $$ in better fitting clothes when this is all over.

So. .  that about wraps up my update list.  I hope to have more to discuss later this week.  Right now, however, I feel like I need to shower before I am too tired and drown in it.