the staring has begun.
it's the staring where people are trying to figure out if you're just really conspicuously fat in one particular place or if you're actually pregnant.
i get it on campus now. fun times.
(i'm being sarcastic.)
i now really understand why people start wearing shirts that say "baby!" i didn't get it before, but it's a bit easier than constructing a sign that says "i'm not fat, i'm pregnant, so leave me alone or bring me a cookie" every day.
i bought it yesterday. i told you already that it was a thing, grapefruit, but the juice. i've wanted the juice for a while, but that simply juice stuff is expensive. but yesterday i caved and figured--it's ONLY juice. there's no possible reason that couldn't be good for me. also, it's not calorie dense, which made me happy.
oh sweet holy craving goodness. i love it.
not sleeping very well. between the bruised tailbone, the cold, and the crazy manic dreaming, i just don't feel like i'm in that restful state of deadness where your body totally recovers from the day. i feel like i'm running, even in my sleep, and that's beginning to annoy me.
i watched her kick yesterday. first time for that, and it was very very cool. she's becoming much more active on some days, which is cool. i feel her more regularly, instead of just at random times, but she has her quiet times too.
i think she's a sweet girl. i think she has her daddy's temperament, which is a blessing for our family. we'll see, though.
i'm tired. i worked hard today, and now it's finally naptime.