Gestating and Stuff

[hurly_burly]

Well, we had what was hopefully our last ultrasound on Friday, and all is well. We saw fingers and toes and a fish-boney spine, and the small girl nearly died of the squee when we saw the baby yawn.
Lots and lots of wiggling is going on, usually on my lunch break and just before bedtime. It is sometimes accompanied by Braxton-Hicks contractions, which the midwife at the antenatal clinic is concerned about, as they're a bit early.
Boobs still sore.
Not much swelling in hands and feet, and most of that is due to the suddenly warmer weather as much as the pregnancy.
Feeling drastically unmotivated about the bathroom this week. I think it's just that we've been living without it for so long that it's like the room doesn't even exist any more!
Really hope the Houdini billy goat doesn't escape again while not_an_elf is away.
Christmas shopping is done.
The kitchen is full of fruit flies.
I'm tired.
There is a worryingly large pile of STUFF in the spare room, awaiting the arrival of this baby; ridiculous, expensive piles of organic toiletries, a few new toys and clothes (because the poor little mite can't live entirely on hand-me-downs), a box of nappies, some new bamboo wipes from Gaia that I want to try out (they're the same price as the Huggies variety, but are less chemically), and my new organic cotton Hug-A-Bub.
I've sent the dreaded hols fic away for some other eyes to look at. I can't explain why I've disliked writing it so much, but even the thought of editing it makes me want to weep.
Heh, baby is kicking right now.
:)