Getting fatter!

Oh the joys of second trimester.  This has been a fun month - I finally LOOK pregnant, I'm feeling Cammie kicking and squirming every day, however I'm not big enough yet to be uncomfortable.  Despite the minor backaches when I'm sitting for too long, it has been a very smooth ride lately.  My appetite is much-improved, and even though I look big in the pictures below, I'm ironically back to my pre-pregnancy weight.  Don't ask me how.  Books and doctors say gain 1-2 lbs each week during the second trimester.  I apparently would rather gain 7 lbs in one day, then lose 3 lbs, then gain 5 lbs, then lose 5 lbs, then sit at that weight for three weeks.   My only complaint is the emotional rollercoasters.  I've sat in my car crying myself home from work more than normal lately...and if you know anything about my job, "normal" is at least once a week! 

                                                        almost 5 months pregnant

This month has been busy getting as we prepare for Cameron's arrival.  We ordered new windows for our house, removed the furniture from the "library" (now dubbed "the nursery"), created a baby registry (scariest experience EVER!), and I obsessively show Mike every cute baby dress I see at Target/Costco/website/on other babies.  I've decided I'm going to dress Cammie in dresses every day, and then pray she doesn't turn out to be a girly-girl.  We'll see.  I'm determined to have a daughter that can dig up worms, ask thousands of scientific questions, field grounders at the ball park, and solve algorithms all while in an adorable little dress.  We are, however, definitely going to get her a onesie that says "Level 1 Human".  We have to embrace our love of RPGs just a little every now and then!

Mike and I are already planning our strategies to ward off future boyfriends.  I learned some scary techniques from the best - my dad.  So far, we've come up with: never call them by their name (only refer to them as "your 'friend'"), stare at them as if you don't know why they're at your home, insult their weak handshake, and when it doubt, start carrying a gun.  Both Thad and Adam were deathly afraid of my dad after a combination of these! 

Thanks to everyone for listening to my incessant and obsessive baby/pregnancy talk lately.  And a huge thank you to my neighbor Christy and sister Molly for being my mentors!  I clearly have NO IDEA what the hell I'm doing, so all the advice at least puts my mind at ease that I won't COMPLETELY screw up Cammie.  =p