Day 171: The Digital Baby Book

I think most people who blog during pregnancy begin at the first signs of new life - the puking, the constipation, the blazing fury and righteous wrath when denied the smallest of things (ok...maybe that particular symptom is mine alone) - but not I. Pregnancy has been pretty boring up to now and I haven't been inspired to write about it.

There have been a few hiccups here and there, but mild ones. At 9 weeks I had a little spotting and had a panic attack - but it turned out to be nothing important. I've gained too much weight, but it's not enough to flip out my midwife so I'm not worried about it, either. Granted, my midwife isn't the one who has to lose it, so of course she's not stressed about a few extra pounds. No, this pregnancy progresses like clockwork and I have no complaints other than the typical discomforts: extreme abhorrence of chicken and fish, itchy skin, wild hair, several varieties of intestinal annoyance and utter fatigue.

While this 9-month event so far is not full of drama and edge-of-your-seat entertainment - for which I'm glad, really - I'm on the home stretch. I start week 27 today and that means I'm on the cusp of the third trimester. Not long now.

And with that, I open up this new blog dedicated to the wee one inside, who right this very moment is trying to dig his way through my cervix and kick his feet out the top at the same time. Blessed child...please stop.