the bright side

if anything freaky happens now, i get to go to labor & delivery (woo hoo) instead of the emergency room. small comfort. but still, a comfort.

regardless of how much i eat (which is very, very much), i still weigh what i weighed when i got pregnant this time. which means after i deliver i'll weigh less than when i started this pregnancy. i gained 20 lbs total with hans, and then weighed less than when i got pregnant after delivery. i'm sure at some point, it will be a problem if i don't gain any weight, but it's not like i'm not trying. this afternoon, for example, i have eaten three candy bars.

according to the rocket scientists at baby center, milo is now about 11 inches long and weighs a pound. i miss the old days, when they described his size in comparison to various food items. it's much easier to visualize an onion or a kidney bean than 11 inches. actual measurements in inches requires finding a ruler, which is always a challenge. still, 11 inches sounds good to me.

(insert juvenile snicker here)

i have had the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy the last week or so. last week, for example, i reviewed the background of a person whose first name is a diminuitive of richard, the one that's a synonym for "penis." his last name was the same as the famous golfer arnie, which means the first syllable was "palm" - which made me giggle when combined with his first name. then i looked at some official information and saw that his middle name was a homonym for "hairy". too much for me. in my defense, i have an ever-growing, youthful, male energy now present in me; if you average milo's sense of humor with mine, the twelve-year-old humor level makes sense, right?