Poke...Push... WHAT IS THAT?!?

This morning, while sitting at my desk, Chamblee was kicking- hard. It wasn't painful or anything, it was just like, "Dang, girl, are you trying to get my attention or WHAT!" Enough to make me sit up straight in my chair and look down at my belly. Just as I looked down I saw something. My shirt moved. Waiiit a minute. It's too early to see her move, I thought. So I sat there with my hand on my tummy and smiled. I'll just sit here and enjoy the hard kicks. WHOAAAAAAAAA! WHAT WAS THAT? My hand visibly moved when she kicked me again- probably thinking something like, "Mom, you idiot! You saw me move! Watch me do it again! Watch!" For about 30 minutes I sat at my desk and stared south. It happened over and over again. Each time I gasped OUT LOUD and got overwhelmed with giggles when my bump would poke left and then poke right. It truly is like there is a little alien in there- I just love it! I could not. stop. laughing! I can't believe that she is so big that I can see and feel her moving around already. This weekend will mark 24 weeks! 24 WEEKS?! That means only 16 weeks until my due date?! 16 weeks ago I was just getting started on this blog... has it been that long? Oh My Nervous. That's not a lot of time to prepare. >Begin Panic Attack<

Know what I keep doing that's really annoying? Ok. Our mini-kitchen and our bathroom at work are on the same hall. Every time I go to toast a bagel or re-fill my water I walk into the bathroom and stand there for a good 10-15 seconds. Then I realize that (for once) I don't have to pee, and there's food in my hand. GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM! THERE'S FOOD IN YOUR HANDS! It's getting kind of old.

Well, tomorrow is the day! I fly out for the big SD bright and early tomorrow morning. Just so you know- I hate flying. I am the girl on the plane who cries, grabs strangers' hands, and panics most of the time we are in the air. If I look calm, I have likely swallowed a couple of xanax and can't remember where I am... kidding... kidding. I totally know where I am. Anyhoos, I realize today that (1) I'm pregnant and I can't take any xanax (2) I AM GOING TO FREAK OUT ON THE PLANE. So, I did what every pregnant, traveling mother does...I called my doctor and begged for a safe sedative. She told me that I couldn't take anything. Thanks for nothing, Suzanne. Well, I'm not going down without a fight...no pun intended... I have decided that I am going to stay up ALL NIGHT tonight (8th grade sleepover style) so tomorrow I will be SO tired. I will naturally knock myself out. I probably won't even know that I am flying. Maybe I'll think I am dreaming it. This could very well backfire. I could be grumpy and cry all day about stupid things. Wait... I currently do that. Anyway, It's a 50/50 chance and I'm taking it!

California Here I come!

Until Next Time,
The Guff