Monday, Monday-- Updated with belly shot!

Thirty weeks and a few days, and I am getting quite "lusciously round" as one of my friends put it.  I'm more apt to describe it as walrus-like.  I am constantly slamming my belly into things-- doors, the corners of counters, the side of the shower--I have a mottling of bruises and scrapes along the most protuberant axis, and my back aches from compensating for the extra weight and volume.

My birthday is coming up and I am hinting VERY LOUDLY for a prenatal massage-- or maybe even a series!  Even though Speedy & I merged money a long time ago, this is just not a purchase I feel I can make for myself.  A stiff-upper-lip, thrifty Yankee I am at heart-- then dipped in a chocolately layer of self-indulgence and rolled in coconutty consumerism.

Speetus moves frequently now, and I am convinced s/he is lying transversely, as one of his/her favorite bedtime tricks is to simultaneously wallop each side of my uterus, a double wham-WHAM.  I picture Speetus as an ornery little gnome in there, getting all irate when the bedtime routine is complete and I settle into bed, putting an end to the day's action.  Wham-WHAM!  "Wake up!  Whaddya think I'm doing in here?!"  I always put Speedy's hand on my belly so she can feel the craziness.  It's like Alien vs. Monster in there. 

Last night I dreamed that I went to the hospital in labor and women were lining the halls on cots and gurneys, moaning, naked, birthing, while a few scattered attendants ran about trying to keep on top of things.  I was having triplets-- surprise!-- and quietly slipped them out with barely a push, one by one into my own hand , but they were tiny, the size of chicken wings, with waxen little faces.  At one point as I realized no one would be attending to me, I said, "I knew I shouldn't have gone to the hospital!"  This was my first birth anxiety dream. 

I think it was brought on by 2C1H because here I was, feeling so proud of myself & Speedy for accomplishing so much this weekend:  picking up and organizing a ton of donated baby clothes, putting together a crib and some drawers, a bassinet, and generally making the nursery look more like a nursery and less like a storage space...and here comes 2C1H with their gorgeous little mural and a photo of a nursery straight out of Pottery Barn Kids!  (I love it, btw-- just envious of your progress!)  So much for progress-- looks like I am wayyyy behind in the game!

But Speedy and I are going for a functional nursery, and given the space is about 6 x 10 feet, that's going to be a major feat in and of itself!  And we do LOVE our corner crib, donated by a good friend, even if all the fancy eyelet skirtings and canopy will stay in their little bag for the next person who has more patience for such things and fewer animals to shed on them.

In other Speetus news, our shower is at the end of this month.  I will have to post about the drama surrounding this, but it's not all fun.  There is a sad disparity in the way our families are embracing this pregnancy, and it hurts us both to see that Speedy's family is lukewarm at best, and at times almost hostile, to any talk of the baby, much less any baby-related event (e.g. the shower). But more on that later...Right now getting through the rest of this Monday is about all I can manage.

I have a 30 week belly shot, but because we have changed around our living room, it is inconsistent. (The horror!) I will post later today, though-- you can see for yourselves the luscious roundness that has descended upon me.