Baby update, baby update. Well, I'm 25 now. Yesterday was my birthday and I celebrated with family and friends and an awful head cold. You don't know how great Nyquil is until you can't have it anymore (cue mike, sing about Nyquil, the giant fucking Q). So I've been miserable for the last five days or so. But...
Mike has been really understanding and helpful, getting me honey for my tea and my pregnancy-legal Sudafed. And baby seems none the worse for wear...though I've yet to feel movement, Cops is approaching the size of a grapefruit and you can see it in my waistline (or lack thereof). Thank God for family who bought me nice presents, like fat clothes, or gift certificates for fat clothes, or things to make me more comfy or things to help me start my baby scrapbook.
