Our stay in Normalville continues. It's very normal here. So normal, in fact, that I struggle to come up with something interesting to write about.
I'm getting pudgy.
My tummy is pooching out in a way it never has before.
I can feel the edge of my uterus.
I look like a bag lady because the only clothes I can wear are my loosest, baggiest, fat girl clothes and even they don't fit me right, which I find kind of fun.
I've pretty much stopped feeling queasy all the time, but I still get fatigued.
I eat a LOT of Jello.
Despite my utter narcissistic fascination with my body right now, sometimes I forget, for a split second, that I've got a passenger on board. And then I remember, and I have to suppress the urge to giggle, which is a really inappropriate thing to do when one is trying a case or in the middle of an intense labor negotiation.
Tee hee. I said "labor negotiation."
See what I mean? Normalville. What a freakin' weird place.