I'm sorry I haven't written in forever. After returning from France, J and I headed to Seattle for a friend's wedding and then spent a couple of days kicking it in Olympia with J's sister and her boyfriend. We had an awesome time and it was a nice, relaxing mini-vacation.
Since then, I've been fighting two impulses: nesting and laziness. Unfortunately, laziness keeps winning, but the nesting urge is beginning to kick in enough that it may well win the battle. Also, I'm becoming less mobile by the day, so I know that there are things that I need to get done before I get too huge to do them.
As of today, I'm 30 weeks along! It's hard to believe that there are only 10 weeks to go, or 6 to 8 if I'm lucky. :) I'm totally happy with an early arrival, just so we're all clear. So far, the pregnancy hasn't been bad at all, though my back is starting to hurt more and more and I could do with a fewer kicks to the ribs and punches to the bladder! I'm still sleeping well and have a reasonable amount of energy and I get to eat like a pig. What's not to like about this?
J has taken to singing and talking to the murloc and he likes to put his head on my belly and listen to her heartbeat. It was pretty cool the first time he put his head on me and then got a look of wonder on his face. The murloc, on the other hand, isn't a huge fan of it and likes to kick him in the jaw whenever possible. Did I mention that she's an active one? The doctors have me doing a kick count every day, where I time how long it takes to feel the murloc kick, punch, roll, etc ten times. She has yet to take more than about 8 minutes and she has been known to get to 10 in under a minute. As I write this, my stomach looks like it has been possessed by aliens as she twists and turns.