I think my belly doubled in size over the weekend.  Is that possible?  Especially this early?  The bigger pants that had extra space last week, are snug this week.  Ugh.  I weighed sometime recently. . . I’m so tired my days run together. . . and I was up 2 pounds.  Of course, that could have changed. . . one way or the other. . . since then (judging by my belly this morning, I’ll lay odds on upwards).  As far as feeling icky goes, the last few days have been much better.  If I was the “worrying sort”, that might have me concerned (now everyone that knows me will be calling to make sure I’m not worrying myself sick).  Most women would be elated, but I’m nervous.  I am having a little tummy trouble right this second, but that could be attributed to the leftover kung pao shrimp I had for lunch (sooner or later the spicy food has to go, right?).   The cramps have subsided.  I firmly believe it was a digestive thing.  Nothing to panic about (got that, Dad??).

Donna and Barry bought Johnathan a book called “My Boys Can Swim” (yes, he loved it. . . was there a doubt?).  All I wanted to know was did it explain to him that he needs to rub my feet more and not argue with me. . . even when I’m being unreasonable?  It doesn’t. . . but it’s still a cute book.

We bought the official, live Christmas tree last night (the artificial one is in the bonus room).  After riding home with the smell of tree sap on Johnathan’s hands, we went through the arduous task of getting it in the tree stand.  At the conclusion of those 30-45 minutes of my life that I will never get back, I said, “Well, that was an irritating process.”  And Kylie said, “Only for a pregnant woman.”  Smart aleck.