Today was cold and rainy. I accidentally got paint on E’s favorite hoodie. I realized it’s going to take at least two coats to cover the blue trim in my hallway and probably more for the dark green trim in the guest room. I do not have any rollers, so even though tomorrow will also be cold and rainy I will have to go to the hardware store. The takeout I ordered for dinner wasn’t very good. And to top it all off, today was the first day of duty E’s had to work since last spring. Duty means he leaves at 6 am – and doesn’t come home. He’ll probably be back tomorrow night. Under normal circumstances I can handle one night alone out of every 4. But now that I am pregnant, uncomfortable, grumpy and slightly paranoid about things that go bump in the night, this really really sucks.

Update: I also feel the need to add that I spent the last four hours half watching tv and browsing the kids&baby section of every Craigslist within a 100 mile radius. I had to take off one my of brand new “comfortable” bras because it pinches when I slouch, so I’m currently wearing the above mentioned hoodie (unzipped) and my baby belly is blocking my use of the left-click button on my laptop. It may be a good thing E’s not here, this is not a pretty sight.

One of the thing I’ve completely failed at during this pregnancy is sleeping on my left side. I wake up every morning flat on my back, terrified I have given my baby brain damage or cut off circulation to a limb or two. But the only other comfortable position is to sort of lie on my stomach, which somehow seems much worse. I don’t want to give birth to a Flat Stanley because I was too lazy to buy a body pillow to prop my stomach up. Plus when I lie on my stomach the baby gets all pissed off and rolls around kicking and wiggling to make me move. Sometimes I lie on him on purpose, just to make sure he’s still paying attention.

I actually looked it up this morning – to make sure I wasn’t REALLY squashing my baby – and the answer was “Sleep however the heck you want”. Not even a word about the super-dangerous back sleeping.

Bonus baby info: The baby doesn’t really kick the way you imagine kicking. Other people described it like having butterflies in your stomach, but I waited and waited for butterflies and didn’t get any. When my baby moves, it feels like missing a step on the stairs or going over a hill on a roller coaster. The big movements take me by surprise every time.