Instead of regaling you with my tale of The Terrible Week (hint: premature labor scare! norovirus! broken bones!) here at the Dressed Up Homestead in a blatant attempt to garner your pity, I shall instead talk about pregnancy/babies. Because who doesn’t love babies?

Communists. That’s who.

There are several “unfortunate” developments in my pregnancy. I’ve reached 22 weeks and have begun to waddle. Seriously, I waddled today. I’ve also got that sway-back action going on. I end up with a sore back every evening because I spend the day over compensating for the weight of  my son’s giant penis my womb.

Also, my belly button is no longer an innie. Well, it’s still an innie, but it’s got a serious case of bloat. It’s almost a flatty. Since I was so overweight when I was pregnant with Maddie, my belly button never popped or even got to be a flatty. I thought I’d be thrilled with getting to experience something I consider to be a normal part of pregnancy this go ’round… instead, I feel like a turkey that’s about to be fully cooked. POP!

In other tragic news, I’ve got cankles at the end of every work day. Despite my constant water/decaf iced tea consumption and 50 trips to the bathroom, that is. My feet nearly burst out of my pink ballet flats today. Not exactly the look I was going for this morning when I got dressed. Good thing my office is casual and I don’t have to worry about wearing dress shoes all the time.

The Boy is in perfect condition, btw. A surprise in-depth sonogram last week showed him to be on track and chugging full speed ahead. He weighed 14 ounces and was all formed with no evidence of defects at all. He’s also Very Active like his sister was. He was actually so active today that it was distracting as I tried to work. I swear to gawd he’s doing scenes from A Chorus Line in there. Maddie’s activity level in utero was definitely indicative of her personality, (read: she’s a hyper spaz) so I hold little hope that The Boy will be calm and mellow. I’m pretty much figuring that I’ll spend most of my time chasing them around and wondering why the hell I ever thought having one kid was a good idea, much less two.

But oh, he’s so adorable. I got to see his little face in the sonogram and he looks like a baby now. Not some amorphous blob or alien being. He’s got a little nose and little cheeks and little fingers and toes. I cannot wait to meet him and introduce him to The Best Big Sister EVAR.

Filed under: knocked up, where do I come up with this stuff?