Week 22: 5 months!

21 weeks, 6 days.

Well, today I’m 5 months pregnant, and I’m starting to feel like it. The belly is starting to get in the way of things, and I’m really starting to get out of breath if the air isn’t good outside.

Little guy is still hard to feel (though he was happy to squirm around during the movie I was watching last night, I think) – fortunately, I have an OB appointment in a week, so I’m sure that will put my worries to rest. It’s funny how even when you know to expect something (like not feeling much movement), you worry about it sometimes anyway. Years ago, when my role models were pop stars (because I was a freak), some unnamed pop star who wore way too much makeup said something about worry being an entirely useless emotion, and I’m still inclined to agree. Worry doesn’t change anything, it just stresses you out and annoys other people. So I’m not worrying all that much. But I accept that some portion of it remains and that I just have to put up with it. Such is life

The evil husband is in Las Vegas at the moment, playing with the hackers at DefCon. Now, I enjoyed DefCon the year I went, and might have gone this year, but let me just say that given my pregnant body’s reaction to heat, there is one very good reason that I’m not there with him.

It’s called… today’s weather:

Sure, it’s partly cloudy but… um… it’s 107°. One of my bestest buddies in the universe had two babies in a similarly hot and dry place, and all I can say is that this is only more evidence that she is SuperWoman. Because I would die.

Here, on the other hand, it is currently cloudy and pleasant. And it might rain again today. Sure, the humidity is a bit weird and uncomfortable for Denver, but it is not 107°.

But I pretty much hate Vegas anyway, so it’s not such a big deal.

Anyway, so Christian’s in Vegas with our geek homies, and I am at home, getting used to the quiet. Getting to sleep by myself is much harder than I ever remember it being when I was single, but on the other hand, I get the whole bed to my pregnant self. The one thing Christian being gone has shown me is that there is not enough room in our bed for a gargantuan German and his pregnant wife, and that if I get any bigger, one of us is going to have to go to the hide-a-bed. I’ve been sleeping so close to the edge of the bed lately that the mattress has actually started drifting off the box springs on my side, which is pretty bizarre. Of course, he generally gets up before I do, so having all of my weight on the very edge of the bed without him to counterbalance it would do that, but it’s still sort of scary.

But even if sleeping is easier once I actually manage to fall asleep, I still miss the evil guy. Small Monster and I have been spending quality time together (that sounds so much better than “I talk to myself a lot when I’m alone”, doesn’t it?), and the study is actually starting to move toward a less chaotic state. If I’m lucky, entropy will not take over before Christian gets back so that I can reclaim the camera and take a picture of this historic moment in time.

How about that for a random post full o’ blather?

Anyhow, 5 months down, 4 months to go. All hail Small Monster!