What a weird few days. We seem to be in a sort of holding pattern right now. By which I mean Ms seems to be feeling not so well and so so tired most of the time, but there’s nothing really new to report. As far as I know anyway. Ms looks about like she looked last week, at least to my eye. It’s like there was an initial foomp in her body and right now it’s waiting for Critter to catch up. We’re not entirely sure what week we’re in, because, er, symptoms don’t seem to be lining up with what the sonogram tech told us. That means we’re not sure if we’re at the stage of a grape or a strawberry yet, or whatever the hell the fruit chart says. No more visits to the doctor until December. No great realizations about what it means to be parents. A couple more people know now (hi!) but the numbers are still low because of that idiotic first trimester convention. Pretty sure Critter doesn’t have a tail any more. I’m still rooting for a tail. A real one though, not some nub. Ok, I’m not really rooting for a tail. According to reports from Ms, even the Doozers seemed to lay low for much of this week. Did we ever explain the Doozers? Pregnancy cramps? Construction site? Doozers from Fraggle Rock building mysterious structures all down in there? This is how Ms and I talk. Anyway, it’s like we started this to chronicle all the interesting, challenging, funny, dreadful, or wonderful things that happen in a pregnancy and just a couple weeks in we get a week in which Ms is scraping the bottom of the energy barrel and I’m sick. Nothing communicable, don’t worry. So, we press on, I suppose. Next week we’ll probably have uterine barrel roles or something like...
