With all the drama around day care and vomiting (oh yeah, and not sleeping well at all), Noah has certainly been distracting attention away from his future sibling.

Blur seems to be over that. S/he has been growing like the proverbial weed, and is starting to regularly kick, bubble, flutter, or what have you. And give me heartburn.

I’m visibly pregnant now, unless I’m sitting and you don’t look closely. In fact, there was a funny moment on the elevator at work where I was the 3rd visibly pregnant woman to get on the elevator — scaring the 4th woman on the elevator! We told her it was in the water.

Aside from the heartburn, the only real discomfort I’m having with the pregnancy is that I’m starting to get some shortness of breath. That melon-sized uterus is displacing more and more of my internal organs.

On Friday, we have the big anatomy scan ultrasound. If we still can’t tell whether Blur is a boy or a girl, it means that baby #2 is way more modest than Noah was. Place your bets before Friday afternoon!