This evening, Jerry and I are at our friends' house babysitting, which means we invested an actual half hour of "real" babysitting; then, the baby went to bed. Not a bad gig. Plus, it means limitless computer time for Jess! (Yes, our home computer is still on the fritz. Don't ask me about it. I don't want to talk about its continued absence.)
As far as my weekend report? Not much to report. Cleaned the house, spent most of today reading student essays. Rockin', right? I did get a short run in on Friday evening, but otherwise, I have been lazy on the exercise front for the rest of this weekend.
On the preggo front, I felt Norah give me a good, hardy kick this morning that I could feel on the surface for the first time (at 6 am, no less), and I swear this morning she was also doing some kind of amniotic acrobatics. This was pretty exciting. I have been feeling fluttering, indistinct movement for about a month now, but this was the first movement I could feel that felt like a distinct kind of kick (or, perhaps punch?). I waited to see if she'd do it again so I could wake Jerry and have him feel, but as soon as I was waiting for it to happen again, she refused to comply. Typical kid, right?
And as far as I have been feeling? Well, everyday is still different, and today did not fair all that well. I felt nauseous most of the afternoon after I ate lunch, and then we came over here to our friends' house and they kindly fed us dinner before they left, and how did I repay such generosity? I puked up the dinner in their toilet. Some babysitter I am, huh? At this point, (I'm at 21 weeks now), I'm not sure when the nausea will totally dissipate, if it ever does. But for the most part, I'd like to say I've been feeling much better.
Still, my record for being barf-free stands at 9 days. Oh well, only 19 more weeks.
Well, that's all my news for now. Might as well take this computer opportunity to actually catch up with what's new with all of you! Toodles.