Complaining

I always told myself that if I ever got pregnant (back when I thought I couldn't), that I wouldn't complain.  That I would be grateful for all the crappy symptoms that come along with pregnancy.  But what did I know?
I'm 23 weeks, and feeling pretty crummy already.  My back hurts, my allergies are awful, every time I get up and down I groan like I'm 80.  I have no energy and killer indigestion.  And I'm having weird cramps, like in the ovary area.
Aside from all this, I'm worried about having another premie.  First babies are supposed to come late, Bertie was born at 36+5.  I've been looking up viability statistics.  Stupid anxiety.
I've gained a little more weight, which I know is going to happen, but I'm really tried to keep it in control.  I do need to do a better job of keeping track of what I eat.  It would also be good if I exercised, but that doesn't happen much.
But I can still touch my toes.  So that's cool.

Catching up

Bertie had a good birthday.  He was really excited to blow out the candles.

It was wonderful to have my mom here.  I wish I could see her more often.  And Bertie just started warming up to her when she left.  :-/

I feel like I look very round, all of a sudden.  Also, I didn't recognize my breasts today.  Do these changes happen overnight?  I've gained about 6 lbs. I'm almost 21 weeks.  I'm ready to start feeling her moving more.  I get a few flutters, occasional hiccups, and sometimes I can feel her roll.  But nothing really definitive yet.  We got the results of the genetic screening in the mail today.  Everything is perfect.

I've been trying to get a lot of stuff done before I'm too big to do it.  I cleaned out the garage yesterday.  I put 4 dining room chairs, a cat tree and a computer chair.  (The cat tree, and the dining chairs were things we previously picked up from the curb).  The cat didn't care for the tree.  And I was going to refinish the chairs, but it had been 2 years, and they were untouched, so they had to go.  All three items were gone by this afternoon!  Woot.  Today I mowed both lawns, and picked up all the dog poop.  Bertie helped me throw some grass seeds on the lawns.  I want to clear out some stuff from the middle room, do weeding in the flower beds and back yard, power wash the patio and front walk.

We've been trying to figure out rooming situations for when baby arrives.  We may possibly try to put little girl in with Bertie (once she sleeps through the night).  We may put her and keep her in the middle room (the half bedroom (you have to walk through it to get to the master)).  The issue is that I would still like a space for my mom to sleep when she comes to visit.  One solution is a roll away bed.  It wouldn't be too expensive, and she can either room with Bertie or baby.  We have an extra full bed, which we may give to Bertie (Since he needs to vacate the crib before baby). (I don't want to wait too much longer, since I don't want him to feel replaced).  Another solution is a bunk bed.  My dad has a bunk bed (my old bed, actually) that we could put in Bertram's room.  Then my mom can sleep in there when she visits (or we can put both kids in there).  Another idea is a fold out couch.  The issue with that is Zelda.  She always hangs out on the couch, and I don't want the guest bed to smell like dog.  My dad also has a twin bed we could take.  Maybe we could but the twin in the baby's room.  We have a lot of options, but we haven't decided anything.  I just want to get it squared away, I don't like being in limbo.

I need to do Bertram's interview, now that he's three.

I can't think of much else at the moment.