Genghis is still enjoying his comfy, if restricted, home.  I still have the occasional ‘real’ contraction (at least what I think is real, they’re kinda crampy).  But they don’t occur often enough to generate any true southern movement. I kinda feel like this ‘action figure’ - all middle, with little limbs that don’t do what they’re supposed to (hands that drop things, legs that waddle), and always hungry. See the resemblence?

2 unusual changes since I’ve been pregnant:

1. I no longer despise potato salad. I have always hated potato salad, mainly because it includes mayonnaise.  This was a problem, since poor-quality sandwiches and potato salad are a staple of free hospital lunches. Since the bun in the oven has made me hungry, I now eat potato salad and kinda like it.

2. I’m no longer deathly afraid of spiders.  They no longer make me cry when I see them and I can actually squash them without having to get assistance (i.e. Travis, king of the spider-killers).  I also no longer have night-terrors (think yelling bad dreams) related to spiders.  I don’t know if this is preparation for having a little boy, who will no doubt, be really into bugs and spiders, or if it’s a pregnancy hormone thing.  Please do not take this as an open invitation to send me spider photos, emails, or spider-themed gifts.  I’m a little worried that my fear will return as soon as I deliver Genghis!