Ugh. 

Tons of stuff.  Bulleted?  I dunno, sure.

• I’m 20 weeks pregnant now… half way there!

I feel absolutely huge, but I know I’m not.  How do I know?  I took a picture of my belly last night, and I hardly look any bigger at all.  I can’t figure out how that works.  How can I feel like a bus, and look like a skinny little girl?

• Brock and I spent the weekend in California.  Had a great time, nice to be home.

We went to Blizzcon, which is a video game conference.  It was really a lot of fun, but entirely stressful and exhausting too.  I swear I probably walked 10 miles each day that I was there.  My calves hurt like crazy when I got home!   But it showed me that I probably need to be a little more active than I have currently been – sitting on the couch notwithstanding.

• Opened my big mouth at work again yesterday, got snapped at again.

To the same lady, got the same response.  What is wrong with me?  Why can’t I just assume that everyone else knows what they’re doing, and let it go?  That is my new philosophy.  I don’t care how much I know they’re wrong, and I guess if they frack something up bad enough that it could be harmful to the patient… isn’t that their problem?  Here comes my ethical dilemma.  No one likes being told that they’re wrong – but if it could cause harm to the patient, I need to point it out.  Even though it means getting treated like crap at work?  Yep.  We’ll see how that turns out.

• My Crib set has arrived, have to go pick it up!

We don’t have a vehicle big enough to get the whole set.  We’re going to have to borrow a truck.  The dresser and changing table come fully assembled, so that’s a bonus.  I think I’m going to give painting the baby room a second try… but I’m going to try to have some help this time.  I’ll tape over all the trim so that I can’t destroy that, and just try to be happy with the results no matter how terrible they are.  It could turn out just fine.  I’ll continue taking pictures as well.

• I’m getting a cold.

And I don’t need it!  Go away cold!

Anyways.  Here’s a new belly picture.  20 weeks, and this little boy kicks the buns out of me.  I can’t wait to meet him.