18 weeks.
Well, folks, we’re almost halfway there. Just two more weeks. And as much as I moan about the physical discomforts (which truly aren’t that many, they just seem to be very good at making me really uncomfortable), the time has gone quickly. Of course, that’s no guarantee that the second half will feel like it’s gone as quickly, since I’ll become even more big and ungainly, but hey… it’s something
Fortunately, my last trimester is in fall, so when I’ll be huge, the temps will be much cooler, making me a very happy Krista indeed.
Now, as long as we don’t get another paralyzing snowstorm like we did last year around my due date, we’ll be fine
(It should be relatively easy for us to make it to the hospital anyway, given our central location, but I doubt I’m going to want to be worried about iced-over streets while I’m having contractions…)
So anyhow, I’m 18 weeks today, and the gods have smiled on us by bring cool, refreshing rain and thunder. It’s totally awesome. I personally suspect Thor, my favorite angry Norse god, but you can take your pick of deities
(As God prepares a lightning bolt to strike me down…)
The only bad part about it being wonderful outside is that I can finally run errands, and I don’t wanna
*whine whine*


