Observations

John's PM told him to stay in TX this week, he's not desperately needed in Atlanta. Part of me is happy - he will be home at night and able to get the rest he needs while he recovers from the flu. Part of me is sad - I was really looking forward to not being woken up by his coughing every half-hour.

Pregnant women shouldn't sleep on the couch - there's not room for the belly.

Homemade smoothies are so worth buying a blender, even if I don't have anywhere to store it.

Libby laying her head on random pillows, body parts, blankets, floor, whatever, and saying "haw" (aww) is pretty darn cute.

Libby running around in a gold Mardi Gras mask and strings of multi-colored beads is even cuter.

To the 50-year old man who parked his Miata in the "Expectant Mom's Only" parking space at Kroger on Friday, forcing me to park at the far end of the row and waddle across the parking lot - You should be ashamed of yourself.

To my dentist who found 2 "pre-cavities" and offered to fill them "real quick, without even needing anesthetic" on Saturday - you were right, and you rock.

After 29 weeks of not being able to eat 3 meals a day because I was either a) horking it back up, or b) on my hands and knees looking for my appetite, I am now starving. All the time. For breakfast, I had 1 cheese tamal, 3 steak taquitos, and a peanut butter granola bar. And I am still hungry. This desperate hunger will last for approximately 3 weeks, when the baby will experience a massive growth spurt, shoving my stomach up under my lungs and compressing it to the size of a golf ball. Then I will go back to not eating until the baby is born, when my appetite will run and hide under the couch again, forcing me to live off of Ensure and Gatorade for the first 2 months of her life. Just speaking from experience here.

I like Brooklyn style pizza. Alot. Cheese only. Large, flat slices folded in half. Oh man, I'm hungry.

In 29 weeks of pregnancy, I gained 10 pounds. With 11 weeks left and the appetite of a 17-year-old star quaterback, wanna bet I can hit 10 more in just 5 weeks?

We have a name picked out for the baby, but John won't let me tell. Unless you beg and guilt trip me, then start guessing, then I just might cave. Maybe.

The baby moves constantly. All day. Every time I sit or lie down. Or walk. Or cook. When does she sleep? Maybe she sleeps when I sleep. Oh, wait. I don't do that anymore.

Puffs Plus with Aloe and Lotion - you are my best friend.

To the mail lady who told me Saturday that my paychecks have the wrong address on them but you deliver them to my box anyway, Bless you. Over and over again. And again.

This round of sneezing and coughing fits has taught me one thing: I probably shouldn't have laughed at Kegels.