Yesterday was a busy day, both at work and inside my body. Lil Smudge may be developing a new nickname, Kicker McKickski. We still can’t see him kicking and doing all the acrobatic moves we saw on the first belly ultrasound, but I can feel him doing them — and often!

I think I liked it better when the countdown banner showed how far along I was, not how little time is left before Smudge joins us out here in the world. 15 weeks doesn’t seem like very long!!! Being 25 weeks pregnant seems less scary — and easier to think of as ‘a bit past the 5 month mark.’

(For those of you who have not played this game yourselves, a typical pregnancy is measured as 40 weeks long, so you can’t divide the weeks by 4 and get the right number of months. This is made more bizarre by the fact that they start counting the weeks approximately 2 weeks before you could possibly be pregnant. That’s why your expectant friends, with whom you previously shared a language and the common cultural understanding that human pregnancies take 9 months, have suddenly started talking in weeks instead of months.)

Work has taken a turn for the more interesting, and I think that the time between now and when Smudge is born is going to be action-packed. That’s a good thing.

We had some substantial reorganization, the outcome of which — for me — is that my old boss has been moved to a new group. He’s moving over with one member of our team. It looks like I’ll be reporting up the same chain of command as before, just with 1 less layer of management.

Fruit & Veg Count, 10/20/2005
First, thank you to everyone who commented or wrote me that they liked my fruit & veg count. I’m keeping it here!

I learned something important yesterday. If I have no fruit at home, I won’t eat any fruit. And if I’m eating dinner on the run, I won’t eat any vegetables (Chuckle — instead, I’ll have a fluff & nutella sandwich, pistachios, and a yogurt drink. Ok, what the heck kind of a dinner is that?)

Yesterday, I had 1 apple — the last one — and 2 half-cups of applesauce.

(Actually, it wasn’t really the last apple. It was the last of the really amazing yummy organic gala apples. There are a few random apples in the fruit drawer in the fridge, but they’ve been there a long time and I don’t know where they came from. I kind of think Jill picked them up at the gym. I don’t want to eat them because I don’t think they can possibly be as amazing as the ones I’ve been eating.)

And I promise that after work today, even if it is a zoo and I am tired, I will go to the farmers market and buy some fruit, and maybe even some fresh veggies. I hope they still have the organic gala apples.

Yesterday was a busy day, both at work and inside my body. Lil Smudge may be developing a new nickname, Kicker McKickski. We still can’t see him kicking and doing all the acrobatic moves we saw on the first belly ultrasound, but I can feel him doing them — and often!

I think I liked it better when the countdown banner showed how far along I was, not how little time is left before Smudge joins us out here in the world. 15 weeks doesn’t seem like very long!!! Being 25 weeks pregnant seems less scary — and easier to think of as ‘a bit past the 5 month mark.’

(For those of you who have not played this game yourselves, a typical pregnancy is measured as 40 weeks long, so you can’t divide the weeks by 4 and get the right number of months. This is made more bizarre by the fact that they start counting the weeks approximately 2 weeks before you could possibly be pregnant. That’s why your expectant friends, with whom you previously shared a language and the common cultural understanding that human pregnancies take 9 months, have suddenly started talking in weeks instead of months.)

Work has taken a turn for the more interesting, and I think that the time between now and when Smudge is born is going to be action-packed. That’s a good thing.

We had some substantial reorganization, the outcome of which — for me — is that my old boss has been moved to a new group. He’s moving over with one member of our team. It looks like I’ll be reporting up the same chain of command as before, just with 1 less layer of management.

Fruit & Veg Count, 10/20/2005
First, thank you to everyone who commented or wrote me that they liked my fruit & veg count. I’m keeping it here!

I learned something important yesterday. If I have no fruit at home, I won’t eat any fruit. And if I’m eating dinner on the run, I won’t eat any vegetables (Chuckle — instead, I’ll have a fluff & nutella sandwich, pistachios, and a yogurt drink. Ok, what the heck kind of a dinner is that?)

Yesterday, I had 1 apple — the last one — and 2 half-cups of applesauce.

(Actually, it wasn’t really the last apple. It was the last of the really amazing yummy organic gala apples. There are a few random apples in the fruit drawer in the fridge, but they’ve been there a long time and I don’t know where they came from. I kind of think Jill picked them up at the gym. I don’t want to eat them because I don’t think they can possibly be as amazing as the ones I’ve been eating.)

And I promise that after work today, even if it is a zoo and I am tired, I will go to the farmers market and buy some fruit, and maybe even some fresh veggies. I hope they still have the organic gala apples.