The Shape of Things to Come

Me and Zizou, at 26 weeks and 6 days (very near the end of trimester 2). This photo was taken with Dr. B's camera phone, as our camera was stolen out of our bag when we flew back from France.

This is the shirt that makes me look the most pregnant--often, when wearing other shirts, with a jacket or a sweater and scarf, people don't know I'm pregnant until I knock them over on my way to the bathroom, which happens about every 9 minutes. This is not unusual for me (I was known as "Rhode Island" in college due to the miniscule size of my bladder), but the really not being able to hold it if I want to is a new thing.

She is currently laying across my belly, with her feet under my right arm. Her head would be pointed at you in this photo. Her position gives her ample opportunity to punch me in the bladder, which she likes to do just when I'm not expecting it. She also likes to do the boogaloo right about the time when I am settling into bed for the evening. So far, she either doesn't speak English, or she is ignoring me when I tell her, "Mommy loves you but please KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT NOW OR I'M GOING TO PEE MY PANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GROCERY STORE!!!"

And the combination of the hormones and the lack of sunlight is turning my blonde hair a rather dark blonde shade, but that will be remedied, eventually. Though I'm not usually a dye-er, I think I'll deserve a highlight come mid-June. And maybe a pedicure, too. (Right now, I can't see my feet anyway, so who cares?)