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Yes, I've become one of those pregnant women.  Oh well, I've waited a long time for this and only plan to do it once, so I'm going to indulge myself.  If you are bored by embryo updates, check back next week when it becomes a fetus, or check back in October, when it becomes a newborn.  Or check back in 2027, when it finally leaves home for college/welding school/vagabonding about Africa.

And I'm also one of those pregnant ladies that doesn't really have many first trimester pregnancy symptoms.  My mom didn't either - I imagine it's a bit genetic.  While I only get a little queasy, I do get fairly crabby and I'm often up for a nap, especially after I've just woken up in the morning.  Get up, feed the kiddos, make tea and back to bed for an hour.  And juice - I just can't drink it.  Any kind.  Makes me queasy or gives me heartburn.  Weirdness.

We've started "nesting" - try not to puke.  We finally unpacked our last box that we moved from Portland two years ago.  We took a bunch of stuff to Salvation Army.  The cat's room is no longer a storage spot where they also eat and poop - now, it's a room with lovely curtains, an armchair, coffee table and a computer and desk - where they eat and poop.  It's slowly transitioning into the baby's room.  If I had my way, it would be transitioned.  But, someone who shall remain nameless, insists that since we have 33 weeks to go, it might not be necessary to do it all right this minute.  This person might be right, since I do have a propensity for changing my mind.

And let's talk a minute about having 33 weeks to go.  I had always hoped I'd be one of those ladies who would find out at month 3 that I was pregnant, so I'd already have the first trimester out of the way, but I suspected this would not be the case.  My periods are like clockwork and I keep track of them, so no luck.  And this will come as no surprise to most of you - I'm horribly impatient.  I'm not exactly ready for the baby to be here, but I am ready for a baby bump and to be wearing maternity clothes.  I will likely complain about these things when the time comes - that's the magic of Cora.  Perhaps I should take this as a time to learn some patience and work on my obsessiveness (which, thanks to my hormone fluctuations, has flared back up, despite still being on my meds).  Ugh.

And there you are.  I didn't think I had much to say, but apparently, like my surprise vomit the other day, the words just poured out.  That's gross, so I'll end there.