29 Weeks-

Sea Monkey weighs about 2 1/2 pounds and is around 15 inches long. His/her brain is growing, neurons are neuron-ing, the head is growing to make room for the brain, and his/her bones are hardening (which means lots of calcium for me). Everything else is just maturing. So kinda boring.

I had my first "too pregnant to bend over moment" last night. I was cooking dinner and needed to get the colander out of The Irresponsibly Designed Cabinet (we call it Stupid Piece of Junk for short). The Irresponsibly Designed Cabinet is a cabinet that is nearly impossibly to get things out of. Picture a counter and a stove meeting together in an L shape. That little corner of the L shape is the back of this cabinet, which borders the stove half way to the door, so in order to get to anything in the back of the cabinet, you have to stick your head and upper body inside the cabinet and feel about in the dark to find whatever it was you were doomed to need. It's a pain. Anyway, as luck would have it, the colander was at the very back corner of the cabinet. So I mentally pictured destroying the stupid cabinet (and what a happy picture that was), got down on my knees, and tried to stick my upper body into the stupid cabinet and grab the colander. Except bending over like that pushed the baby into important body parts and I couldn't breathe or reach the colander. I had to have Zach grab it for me, and I'm pretty sure he was imaging destroying the cabinet, too, while fumbling around for the stupid thing. Bah. He did retrieve it, though, and I was able to use the colander for the whole 30 seconds that I needed it, which made the whole process feel entirely worthless. But our mashed potatoes were delicious!

So, rant about The Irresponsibly Designed Cabinet aside.... things are going well. Zach and I have started going swimming for exercise, and it's been wonderful, because the weather right now is disgusting. You kind of have to hold your breath if you plan on going outside because you'll drown in all the humidity (I'm only exaggerating a little). It's been excessively hot and excessively humid, which makes for an excessively cranky pregnant woman. Which is no fun at all, especially because it makes me want a permanently-refilling chocolate shake, and since I'm trying to not go overboard on how much sugar I eat, the lack of said chocolate shake makes me more cranky AND it's hot and disgusting.

....And rant about disgusting weather aside (I'm apparently in a pleasant mood today).... Swimming really has been nice. We've been going to this lake in town (it's man-made and not gross with all the floaty things in the water) and the water feels really nice and it's very relaxing. It's terrible getting out of the water though, it's so hard to keep balanced because I have to readjust to carrying all the extra baby weight again. But Zach and I have been playing frisbee in the water and just moving around a lot. Also, I'm terrible at catching a frisbee, but it's ok because it bounces off my hand and goes another 10 feet, and then I have to swim to get it, which gets me exercise, which is the point of the whole thing.

Also, we get to see Morgan Freeman while we're there. Or... a man who may or may not be homeless but who likes to spend time at the park who looks just like Morgan Freeman.

So there's that.

Also, one of the things I've been excited about for a while has finally happened and it was entirely anti-climactic. I've been waiting for Mali to lay down on my stomach and for Sea Monkey to kick her, because I thought Mali would jump up and stare at my belly and it'd be hilarious. And I've had to wait for a while, so the anticipation of the whole even has just been building up. Mali is not a very snuggly cat. She likes to be around Zach and I, and she follows me from room to room, but she just doesn't like to snuggle much, so it's been a long wait. Anyway, Mali was in a snuggly mood the other day and had curled up on my stomach and dozed off for a bit and Sea Monkey kicked her. Mali just opened her eye for a minute and then went back to sleep. I was bummed. I was hoping for a big reaction from her, but nope. She didn't care. Anti-climactic indeed.

Childbirth class number 4 (I think?) tomorrow.

And now I must go find food. Like a chocolate shake. Or chocolate chip cookie. Or a cupcake!
....Or maybe some grapes instead. Grapes are good. =)