Week 23, Day 4 (Bumps & grinds)

Same old same old..

Baby is kicking away as I type this, and seems to be getting a bit more forceful each day. We joke that anytime soon he's going to come busting through my abdomen like the hatchling in "Alien" (and one of the scan pix I have really does make him look just like the creature out of Alien... whoa!)

My back hurts most of the time, and at night it's very difficult to find a position to sleep in that doesn't hurt either my back or my hips, or all three.

I'm a total klutz these days (what else is new?), dropping poached eggs squarely down the plug in the sink when trying to remove them from the pan, and dropping firewood on my feet when I try to stoke up the fire. All the above (cept for the happy baby kicks) makes this little brown duck a real grump sometimes, and poor old Wayne gets the rough end at times of my sharp tongue.

Enough of this. Misery might love company, but I'm too much of a loner for that shit.

Presently I'm just getting through the days, trying to stay focused enough to get a full day's work in without slouching off to bed and trying to get some rest. If I find a comfy position to rest in, you betcha I'll be there for about a week catching up.

A few more days and we're at the magic 24 week marker. From that point on my kid has a better than even chance of survival, although of course I would prefer that he stay put precisely where he is for a long time yet (even if it does mean I'm so tiiiiiiiired of being lumpy, grumpy and wimped).

Still trying names on for size.. 'Nathan' is this week's trial and it seems *okay* but as yet it's not reaching out and grabbing us. Maybe if I find my enthusiasm chip and get it rewired I can work up the creativity to find a great name for this wonderful kid.