Bringing up Baby

I finally told my boss I'm pregnant.  Because it's week 16.  And for some reason, I had that tagged in my head as an important week although now, for the life of me, I can't remember why.  My boss'd had a really bad day so I figured I would tell him and that would either instantly brighten his day or make his day worse.  His response was to look at me blankly.  Then he wrinkled his eyebrows.  Then he blurted out, "Well, that's just great."  Not in a good way, either.

I met someone last night who's three weeks further along than me.  She's tall and willowy.  She still looks like she did before she got pregnant  I kind of had to hate her.

Everyone and their dog is pregnant.  There are seven Mormon girls in this area alone.  Four of us are due within a month of each other.  Everyone is having a girl.  I think I am, too.  Although last night I dreamt I saw a penis in the ultrasound and started to cry.  I said, "I don't want a boy, I don't want a boy!"  Then, hiding behind the boy and his penis was another placenta with a tiny, little girl in it.  I also dreamt the placentas were full of raspberry jam.  I love raspberry jam.

Other people who don't live here who are also pregnant:  My MTC companion, a girl from Japan, a girl I worked with at BYU intramurals, a girl I worked with at RPT, a sister from my mission, the branch president's daughter, a girl from my Zimbabwe study abroad group, my childhood best friend, two of my cousin's wives, my cousin (she's having triplets), my other cousin, my good friend who played soccer at Weber, and from the looks of things, the black feral cat that lives in and around our apartment complex.

I didn't throw up yesterday. 

This morning Husband patted my tummy and said, "You have a nice tummy.  It's getting bigger."  I know he meant it as a compliment, but it didn't make me feel very good.  Because I've always been worried about how big my tummy is.  Even in high school when I weighed 130 pounds.

For the first time since college, I have no access to a gym.  I didn't have the $300 they wanted to renew for a year.  Husband went this morning without me.  I'm scared he's going to get in shape without me and then he'll just have a fat, pregnant wife who has no muscle tone.  It makes me want to cry a little.

I'm happy my sister-in-law is looking out for me.  Everyone keeps telling me that I'll soon enter the "nesting phase".  But I don't want to.  Because that involves coming up with money to buy stuff.  And then finding a place to put it.  What I really want to do is be like other, normal people, and paint the nursery.  Unfortunately, our apartment complex forbids painting of any kind.  But my sister-in-law says she's be "watching" some stuff at the consignment store.  And that makes me feel a little more safe.  I plan to use as much second-hand stuff as I can get my hands on.

I think I felt the baby move last night.  It was like a very slow heartbeat just below my belly button.  I might have made it up, though.  Because I do stuff like that.