Well, things are looking a lot sunnier around here!
Can you stand that picture? I cannot stop laughing every time I see it. I do know of one friend in particular, ahem, Brian, who has real issues with belly buttons, who finds this picture pure torture. But it feels like making lemonade of of lemons to me.
Yes, that is the scar from last year's colon resectioning surgery. It's actually grown about an inch during this pregnancy. I thought it would get thicker, but instead it's just getting longer. Lovely.
Things are truly going as well as can be expected around here. My doctor has released me from 24/7 Anita-sitting. My parents are down here and, I have to say, that's been a blast. I am unfortunately working their booties off, but I am enjoying their company and Conor fairly levitates every time he sees them.
I am having a couple of contractions a day, but nothing that the doctors find worrisome. I've also figured out the difference between contractions (hardness from top to bottom of the ute) and Braxton-Hicks (softness in one or more parts of the ute). I'm pretty sure Squiggle has turned head down. I can feel his back on the outside of my belly and his kicks have changed directions. Of course, we'll find out Monday when I go back in for my level II ultrasound at the high risk doctors.
But otherwise, I'm keeping off my feet most of the time and trying to get some school work done for the end of the semester. It's funny, I don't really think the picture below is that much bigger than the one last month. Maybe your impression differers.
However this one is the one Dave says I look enormous in. I agree. And we still have 8 more weeks to go. I will achieve whale status, I promise.
There are other things going on. We are awaiting the revision of the appraisal of our remodel. We objected strongly to the appraisal (from an apparently junior appraiser) that rated our house $100/sq ft cheaper than a very similar remodel for a house 3 blocks from us on a lot 1/3 the size of ours. Actually, they had left that house off their comps and instead used comps from a high crime area 1.5 miles from our house. We were not amused. The phrase "legal action" may have been used.
In any case, life moves on and we expect (more) good news from our appraiser and the doctors very soon. Time to go down and chat with the parents. I really have been running them ragged and I really enjoy our afternoon chats.
And of course it's been 30 minutes and I have to pee.