21 weeks, 2 days.
The hormones are going to kill me, I swear. It’s not that I’m actually constantly weepy or moody (I do have my moments), I just physically feel that way, like I’m on the edge of bursting into tears or want to cuddle up under the covers and go into hibernation. It comes and goes, and it’s not like I’m depressed or anything – it’s just this sort of instantaneous feeling that lasts for about 15 minutes and then goes away. Actually, I’m in a pretty decent mood most of the time… I just hate the hormonal crap!
Also, today the Small Monster has been pretty quiet. Again, because his movement is sort of obscured for me, it’s really nothing to worry about it, but I sort of like the little squirms I get now and again – they’re comforting – and I of course always worry a little. I see the doctor a week from tomorrow, and if I don’t get any squirms for a while, I can always call, but I know I’m overreacting.
He’ll probably get all wiggly during Olbermann tonight, like he usually does 
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
