Pumpkin eggnog. Just bought some at the grocery. No non-pregnant, sane person would purchase such a thing.

Willpower. Gone. I ate sushi tonight.

Stats. Had another appointment today. Heart rate was 141 -- up from 126 at the last appointment. According to the books, the baby now weighs two pounds and is 9 inches long.

Squish. Bending over to tie my shoes or pick something up now results in me making awful noises and feeling like I'm squishing all of my guts up into places they are not meant to be squished.

Missing. My belly button. In its place is some stretched out, weird looking thing. Please don't let it turn into an outie.

Night owl. This kid comes to life after dark. Feels as though 10:00 p.m. is the designated hour for gymnastics practice.

Dress code. I see nothing about bras being required at work, therefore, I'm considering not wearing one. Why is it necessary to shove these monsters into something that just pushes them up to my chin, squeezes my ribcage, and equals one more obstacle in getting to unmentionable itches?

Finally. The hair under my arm pits has stopped growing at record, disgusting speed. Another side effect I have not read about.

Kicks. Kicks that stop me in my tracks. I fear this kid is going to come out with legs the length of Matt's.

Blurry vision. To the point I thought I saw a bug crawling on my desk at work ... turned out to be some sort of visual fuzz. According to the books, this is supposed to go away.

First purchases. A gender-neutral diaper bag that Matt has agreed to carry, and a sleeper.

Goodbye Joe. My Joe's Jeans ... my favorites. You lasted until week 23. When the ponytail holder being used in place of your zipper was gouging my gut so much that it was monopolizing my thoughts and leaving marks, I knew I had to call it quits. May my hips not permanently expand, and may I see you again soon.

August and September. No posts ... guess I slept for two months.