24 weeks.

ok. at this point, my husband should really know that food is an integral part of my day. as in, if i don't have breakfast within a half hour of waking up i'll either a) barf, b) tear into him like an angry ferret or c) both. luckily (for me anyway) i chose b today. too bad for him. but that's what he gets for talking on the phone 22 out of 24 hours a day. ok, so it's not totally his fault. first, if my friends called me as often as his do, i might think they were stalking me. also, his shut off valve for ending conversations has a leak (and he looooves to claim that everyone else gabs too much; please). also, i suppose it would be just as easy to take the breakfast reigns myself, but some mornings the idea of making an eggo waffle sounds resembles the building of the pyramids. besides, if i can't use this pregnancy to demand breakfast service, well what good is it? long story short, i did finally get to eat, but only after getting crabby enough to make eggs myself (did not go well). much better now. and tony's over the tongue lashing i gave him. his injuries will heal...eventually.

in my 24th week at this point. feeling big as a house and i know, i know...it's only going to get worse. i hope i don't have to listen to one more person tell me that, because I KNOW. but sometimes i just feel like commenting on my current girth, ok? without people telling me that i'm only going to get bigger. oh really? you mean the my baby won't weigh 1.5 pounds when she's born? and will be longer than a standard envelope? wow. maybe i should buy a book or something. thanks for the heads up.

we have another level II ultrasound on monday. yay! i can't wait because the last one was so awesome and cool and fun to watch. now, six weeks later, i can't imagine all the changes! i think i have been feeling her move around, especially mid-morning. crazy little kid. maybe she'll have tony's energy. heaven help me. maybe she'll have his energy level and my stubborn side. heaven help us all if that's the case...