I blinked and missed my second trimester

This pregnancy is just cruising along. Every time I head to the doctor I get measured, and weighed and told that I'm just a normal old boring pregnant lady. Who would have guessed? I did have a minor blip a few months ago. I showed up, cheery as could be, and hopped on the scale only to discover that I had gained 10 pounds in only four weeks. It was disheartening. I was packing on the pounds. In my defense, I had been out of town and eating out three meals a day for two solid weeks. No better way to turn into a chunky monkey than eating fast food for lunch every day for two weeks. The good news is that my next appointment revealed that I had actually lost weight. No dieting necessary. It was just because I started eating at home again. I've put on thirty pounds so far and I've still got eight weeks to go. The original goal was to stay under 200 pounds. It's not going to happen. I'm hovering at 200 pounds right now. Oh well. I'm not that big. I'm not very uncomfortable. And I really shouldn't be complaining.

Movement is the most delightful thing in the world. I've been feeling regular movement since 15 weeks. I cannot believe that I felt him moving around so early. In the beginning it felt like tickling but now we've moved to actual pokes and jabs. Paul felt movement around 22 weeks but it was hard to catch him so he would go days without feeling much. Now though, I can induce action out of Roswell. It usually involves large consumption of juice and laying on my side. I love that Paul can feel him so regularly.

The one thing that is not advisable during pregnancy is moving. I cannot believe we thought this was a good idea. No one informed me that moving could lead us to the brink of divorce. It feels like we've been moving for months. To recap, we signed the contract on the new house in September. And then we had to make some serious headway to get the old house on the market. The realtor told us we had too much stuff. So we started moving it into storage. September, October, and the better part of November were spent getting the house ready. We replaced flooring in the master bedroom, living room and hallway. It was pretty major renovations and when I think about everything Paul did to get the house on the market I love him just that much more. I'm completely in awe of him, especially because he was in and out of town during the whole process. Three measly weeks of being on the market and we got our first offer. It was the cleanest, most beautiful offer we've ever seen. Not that we've seen a lot of offers but our realtor had and she was highly impressed. The worst Christmas in the world came and went and upon our return to Albuquerque we were back into packing mode. We had to be out at the end of January but we were going to be homeless for four weeks. All of our worldly possessions had to be moved into a 10' by 25' storage shed. Except for the absolute necessities. The few days prior to moving in to the new house Paul brought back the worst cold I have ever had from South Carolina. Trying to move in, in the winter, with the worst colds we've ever had has got to be the most miserable experience ever. I've been in disarray and confusion with half of my belongings since October. The reuniting of our belongings with owners was indeed a joyous occasion. However getting the owners to agree on what would be kept and what would go away was the cause for major disharmony. We're still setting through that and as a result we're moving more slowly than I'd like. We've been in for six weeks and we're functioning. Pictures however, have a nice place stacked relatively neatly, and propped up against a wall. We are functional but we are not yet pretty.

See? Don't you now feel sorry for me? Enough to at least forgive me for not blogging for three months? To sum up, pregnancy is a delight, moving is horrific and I never want to do that again. Life is good. No complaints here.