Well, now that the cat's out of the bag (ha! I couldn't resist), anything I have to say after that is less and less exciting until about five months from now. At least for now. I've got nothing! I haven't been updating posts as frequently because my life right now is kind of boring, not because I've been sick. Which is great! I really can't complain. Here's what's happening/what's on my mind these days, in case you are curious:
1. I feel pretty good—thanks for asking. My sisters and mom generally have pretty horrible morning sickness so I didn't really believe I was pregnant for a long time. For most of my first trimester I did go to bed before 10, sleep twelve hours, nap 2-3 times a day and still fell asleep before 10 each night, so I guess that should have been an indicator. Now I'm 17 weeks (~4 months for those who don't measure time in weeks—it's so confusing) and feeling pretty good still, but I am hungry all the time. And still kind of tired. So, not really that different from when I wasn't pregnant. Though I do look far less pregnant when I wake up than I do by the end of the day, which is still a small mystery to me.
2. How are we going to fit a baby in our apartment? This will be a recurring feature from here on out, as I am finding a dearth of resources online for people who don't move to two-bedroom apartments once they have a baby, so I'm going to make it my mission to make this little place feel less cramped. Several people have told me that their kids sleep in their bathroom so I know all is not lost. Also, Robbie made me laugh last week when we were looking at mini cribs online and he said "it's smaller than normal-sized baby stuff; shouldn't it be cheaper?" Oh, Robbie.
3. I'm not ready for crazy summer weather. Last week it dropped below 60 degrees and I needed to turn on our heater because I was So Cold, and today it's supposed to hit the high 80s and the air is supposed to be dripping with humidity. Never a dull moment with DC's weather.
4. Last week I kitty-sat for our friends' two cats, and I spent a good 45 minutes with their purring cat Ira on my lap and I didn't want to get up and go home. So my question is, will Robbie mind if I still beg for a cat even though there's a baby coming?
