Random Preg-o Musings

• The alien peanut kicks when I am listening to NPR. How cool is that? My mini-intellectual.
• Joe'd better watch out -- as I am teaching the kid jazz hands as soon as possible. The world is not such a heavy place to live in when you slide across the wood floor in your socks and you simultaneously do and say "jazz hands!"
• I really have no waist now. Pants are a problem. They won't stay up. Who needs a Swiffer when I have my draggy pants?
• I still want to know: what's up with "glow?" I have not seen the glow. I don't glow. No radiance. Perhaps some bronzer will help?
• Did you know your lips spontaneously peel? Who needs exfoliator?
• I sing with the radio...ALOT. Hoping the vibrations will relax the AP and maybe even AP will end up with good pitch.
• I do "baby aerobics" - which means I don't jostle -- I am sure Black Eyed Peas never thought their song, "Let's get it started" would be danced to, by a 6-months pregnant chick. But oh yes...I can do it.
• Also, I am teaching AP the cha-cha-cha and waltz. It's good for my hip-flexors.
• When you are preg-o you spontaneously pass-out from fatigue. Many a night, Joe and I will be watching TV or a movie and one minute I am up and alert and the next... OUT COLD. It's freaky.