Digesting

How was everyone's Thanksgiving?  We celebrated at our friends' house by gorging ourselves, as per holiday tradition.  Yesterday I had to go into work for a bit and then met up with a friend for coffee and a bit of shopping.  After walking around downtown for a couple of hours my stomach muscles were sore and pulling so I came home to chug some water and sit on the couch.  And possibly eat a a bit more pie.  Ahem.

The last few week or so I've been paranoid every time I notice that the baby isn't moving.  All of a sudden I'll freak out and wonder when I last felt movement, and then without fail I'll feel the baby within 10 minutes.  I'm not sure where this new worry is coming from.  I guess I figured once I could feel the baby move I would know that everything was going to be ok, and now I have a new set of worries.  

Joe has also started complaining about my loud breathing and rolling over at night.  Gee, I am so sorry that you're not getting a perfect night's sleep.  Did I wake you up trying to heave myself from one side to the other?  Did I?  I'm sorry.  Next time my back is spasming I'll be sure to move gently so as not to disturb you, rather than flipping about like a manatee and upsetting your slumber.  

I still feel like most of the weight I've gained has gone to my stomach at this point (uh, and boobs), although I'm sure I've gained a bit all over.  The apple pie and stuffing consumption surely won't be helping anything in that area, but at least my inhaling everything in sight has been checked a bit by how uncomfortable it has become to eat too much.  Not that that has stopped me yet, but I'm sure I'll learn my lesson in the next few weeks.  Until then there are still a few leftovers to be dealt with.  You know, so that I can clear out my fridge and make room for Christmas cookies.  Urp.