Unremarkable, Really

I need a better pic, I know. I took this myself, with my phone, in a mirror. My photog friends are probably shuddering (get here and take some good ones!). I'm really self-conscious about my stomach lately. Truth is, that's not the Muffin causing the bulge; it's my guts. Yep, guts. (ADD sidenote: remember Ramona Quimby? Guts! Guts guts guts!) I have a friend who is almost exactly as preg as I am, but with her FOURTH child, and she said it's exciting when the baby finally outgrows your guts. Yay. :) But I cannot suck it in anymore, and when I try, it looks like I have a football shoved in under my belly button (it looks weird), and I can feel a definite hard mass in my abdomen. So it's a baby for sure! And guts.

I'll have Matt take a better pic.

I have another doc visit this week and there's a chance - about the same as the chance I'm going to win money at the doc's office - that we'll know the boy-girl-ness of the Muffin. It's a very faint chance b/c this is my first pregnancy, but I am 16 weeks and that's the earliest anyone can ever know. So, faint hope there, but not counting on it. Besides, I know the second I know the sex, I'm going to start shopping, and I'm pretty sure Matt would have a heart attack if I started spending money right now.

Why is that a big deal? Because the basement is still leaking. A lot. Yep. We're not stressed at ALL.

Josh lives here now. We like him. :)

I have two pathetic dogs to walk, so that's all for now.

L