halfway there

I'm now 21 weeks pregnant. I figure since we pregnant ladies get spotted two weeks at the beginning, that means the kid is half-cooked.

It's going pretty well -- except when it's not, I should perhaps say. But all in all, good times, as pregnancies go. I'm having my usual problem of gaining a pound if I so much as think about food, and that's already becoming unfortunate for my back and knees. I'm hoping that as it gets lighter and warmer outside, my opportunities to walk will increase. I can honestly say that I don't think I've EVER been in this bad shape. Quite terrible. And if I don't wish to re-buy a wardrobe every six weeks or so -- in the next size up -- something's got to be done. Darn those girl scout cookies, anyway.

Aside from that, though, all is well. The kid's definitely moving around in there -- even enough for Matt and Lizzy to feel now and then. But nineteen more weeks seems like an awfully long time ...