Lolz.

I've come to realize that I really suck at updating this blog. I would assume that, partially, it's because it lacks feedback. Yup, I do know that most don't get any and I never really expected it, either. So I guess it's just hard to stay motivated and remember to do it, especially when there's nothing huge going on in your life. Nothing huge worth sharing, at least.

I mean, sure, the fact that I'm pregnant is a huge thing, but it probably doesn't really fly as such past the two of us and our immediate family and friends. People get pregnant all the time, pull their hair between doctors appointments, give birth eventually and life goes on. I guess you never stop worrying, too, so hey, I'm not special. I've made it to 14 weeks, though, so that's a neat accomplishment, given the huge wave of pessimism when I saw the two lines for the first time. Tomorrow, according to the ticker that I've been using on various forums, the little one will morph into a lemon. Somehow, on the weird scale (I wish I knew tho created the ticker, hm), a lemon is bigger than a peach. Ooo..k. Maybe I've mosly been eating huge peaches and small lemons in my life.

On Monday, I go in to get more pictures of the baby. We've had seven scans so far (yup, seven) and I have a collection of twenty (20) ultrasound pictures. Not a bad photo album of someone who's been around for just a few months, huh? We've gone from a ring to a dot, then to a rat-like being, and finally to something small that resonably resembles a human being. During the last scan, we got to see two skinny legs, two fat arms... and a nose. Yup, there's a chance the baby has a huge nose. Thank you, Derek. I wish we would have found out the gender, too, but the doctor decided to not even try. It was still pretty early, but she also had to get some completely different measurements and the little one just wasn't cooperating. Thirty minutes and some chiropractor-like moves after, I left with a sore abdomen, but at least we had the NT measured correctly. We got the results back the other day and were very relieved to hear that the trisomy chances were pretty minimal. At least some things have gotten, now, moved out of the way.

Maybe they'll get to take a peek at the kiddo's crotch on Monday, or so I hope. 14 weeks and some days could be just about the right time. Or not. We kind of think it's a boy and, if it isn't, it will just have to learn to deal with boys clothes and equipment. Okay, nothing is really screaming boy-related paroles, but I do have to admit that none of the colors, as well as designes, are pretty girl-like. Can't help it; I am not a cupcake-princess person myself, either. I have been, however, turning into a cupcake. I guess I'll slap the picture here, as well. So, dear world, this is my watermelon-looking self at 4 weeks and some days, 9 weeks and some days and then, finally, around 13 and a half weeks. Whoa, I said, when I saw the pictures lined up like this. Luckily, the scale still says only 500 grams gain. That makes me feel a bit better.

Other than the baby, nothing's new. The weather's been nice, I've been lazy/tired, the Earth's been turning all the same, blablabla. We're slowly starting to tackle the upstairs. There's a lot of work that needs to be done, from floors to walls, the entire bathroom needs to be exploded and then redone. Plus some furniture. This, that, whatnot. So far, I can't seem to find a shade of orange that will work in the baby's room. Quite a few look nice when I grab a sample at the store, but then turn into a piece of poop once painted on the wall. I've bought ten samples of the color orange and I might consider only like two or three. Maybe.

Yes, I am very picky and hard to please, in case anyone's wondering.

I'm signed up for a pregnancy yoga class and we're starting next week. I love yoga and it's been a while since I've done it. I'm also excited because this is a pretty damn narrow interest group and, for the first time in my (American) life, I might end up in a class with women who are at least remotely the same age as I am. Or, to put it some other way, it is very hard to imagine that my pregnancy yoga class will be full of 50+ women, okay?

While I am at it, I will also admit that I haven't been exercising regularly since before our trip to Croatia. I blame myself, of course, but I also want to give my butt a little bit of a break - I really couldn't do it during the trip without absolutely getting out of my way and signing up for a short-term gym membership there (so I walked insane distances on a daily basis instead!). Then there was the end of semester here, so I had to wrap up all the loose ends in school (got my A, yay me) and now... I should just go back to not-sucking. With the blog, exercise and many other things, really. I'm not even as tired as I used to be, even though this watermelon that I'm starting to carry does make me feel a bit different. I've been a lot bigger before, but I guess the body shape and the way the weight gets distributed just don't compare. By the end of this 9 month deal, I'll probably be rolling around.

Whee.