Josh: What do you call a person with no legs? A paraplegic?
Casey: No, that person would still have legs, just can’t use them.
Josh: Hm.

pause

Casey: Sad.
Josh looks askance.
Casey: I would be sad if I didn’t have legs! How would you run?

At this point the two of us burst into laughter, mostly at the inanity of my comments.

I’ve got it, as well as a fistful of antibiotics. I feel like truck has hit me, and tried napping unsuccessfully (Thank you, condo association, for deciding to randomly pry out an odd assortment of bricks from the building, with jackhammers and… other things that go boom very loudly). Blah.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this already, but I absolutely adore my OB. Josh has been to the last five or six appointments, but wasn’t able to make it today, so Dr. K knocked, opened the door and said, “Hi guys!”, paused when he realized it was just me, and said, “Uh. Guy!” We went through the pleasantries and he asked me about my cold and then excused himself. “I’ll be right back, I want to grab something to look at your ears with.” He left the examination room and I heard him ask the nurse, “Can you get me an ear looker please?” Heh.

I now have mad visions of the birthing process. “Can you get me a vagina viewer please? How about a thing cutter?”

Anyway, fundal height is measuring spot on for 28 weeks, which I’m heaving a wee sigh of relief for - let’s have a perfectly normal sized baby, yes? Josh was over 9lbs when he was born, his sister was bigger, and one of his cousins was a little monster at over 10 lbs. Anyway this child is wrested from my body is going to hurt.

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S from work is organizing a baby shower, which should be fun, but I have no idea what to expect. The only other baby shower I’ve ever gone to was one for a friend’s mother and that was well over ten years ago and my memory gets hazy. I remember a game where we measured how wide she was with string, and I, uh, overestimated. Oops.

What sort of fun games have you played at baby showers?

First things first - new digs, woo! About four months ago, a friend of ours, Gwen, came up with cajoling as a nickname for the baby growing inside, and it stuck! So voila, cajoling.org. I own probably as many domain names as I do pairs of underwear, but just like underwear, you can’t have too many. This design is temporary. A new one is being commissioned that I think will blow this one out of the water, and I can’t wait to see it!

Secondly, I’m at 28 weeks now, and in the third trimester.

Somewhere along the line I went from fat to pregnant. Yikes! The baby is moving around quite consistently now - most active at night when I’m getting ready to lie down, and occasionally he’ll jump on my bladder or cervix (at least, I think it’s my cervix) for good measure. Sometimes I’ll lie there and see my flesh jump when he kicks, and that is the weirdest feeling. Cool, but weird.

Anyway, I hab a code. It’s the start of one, but it’s annoying nonetheless, as most colds are. I think I caught it from a sick person on Friday, and despite handwashing like a maniac, I felt the tickle at my throat on Sunday and today was miserable and ended up coming home early to rest. I called the nurse while on my way home, and was surprised to get a call from my OB afterward. Long story short, I’ve got an appointment tomorrow so he can check in with me and see if I need any antibiotics, because strep throat is going around. I think I’ll take tomorrow off too and rest, after the doctor’s visit. The only frustrating thing about the doctor’s is that it is further north than work, so I’ll still be doing the commute. Alas.

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84 days left. Holy shit.