Seven months pregnant

It took me a while to start a blog, but it seems like a natural thing for me to do. I dreamed once that I found a blogging website just like this one, and I started a blog... just like this one. So I guess dreams do come true.

I am now seven months pregnant. That means that I am getting large and unwieldy, and I stand around with my hands on my lower back wearing tent-like maternity tops. Today I am wearing a green flowered maternity top that looks just a little too tent-like for my taste, but three different co-workers have come up to me to compliment me on it. I think they like that I'm wearing something feminine for once.

I've been pretty lucky so far in the pregnancy department. I didn't have any morning sickness to speak of, and I don't have many of the other undesirable symptoms that people get, like sciatica, swelling, bad hair, blotchy skin, incessant crying, sore feet, etc. My back is sore and I have a strange and annoying pinched nerve under my right ribcage that make it hard to sleep. Plus getting comfortable in bed requires that four different pillows be placed just so. One of them is a Snoogle, a big curvy body pillow that can seem very complicated in the middle of the night. Jeff has a very special relationship with the Snoogle, too. At first he was a little jealous of it, but now he's grateful that it creates a barrier between him and my constant tossing and turning and glomming-on.