Ping!

I should be eating my now way-past-time lunch, but instead, I am sitting here catching up on FB, blogger, and my emails.  And...feeling little tiny pokes and proddings from the little peanut in my uterus.

I can't really pinpoint the day I started feeling the little bugger because this one just seems so different than the others.  Basically, I was sitting around waiting to feel the faint "butterfly flutters" that all three of my previous babies used to make their presence be known.  Instead, I started feeling these pings and poppings and POKES that for a day or two there I couldn't be sure if it was the baby or just gas bubbles.  And then after a couple of days, I knew that this kid was apparently already worried about not getting enough attention in a house full of three other siblings and was using whatever brute force he could muster to get me to notice him.  Ah...this should be interesting!

I have now had to change my next appointment three times as things keep coming up to interfere (work!, already scheduled dentist appt, viola lesson, promise to watch other friend's kids), and now I have no idea when my appointment is or when I'm actually going to get it in. 

I managed to get in a visit to an old friend who still had some of the baby stuff I had lent HER six years ago or so.  How funny to get back a few things that I thought would have been passed down the hand-me-down cycle and gone forever!  And a friend dropped off a few more sets of clothes.  Not all the clothes I'm getting are usable--at least not YET--but it's nice to have a few more options as the belly gets bigger.  And since I'm working this part-time temp job, variety is greatly appreciated.  I have to laugh because I now have two of the same exact skirt from two different sources (and...well, I'm not much of a skirt wearer since that means SHAVING or at least TIGHTS or PANTYHOSE, and I pretty much don't like to do any of these things--which is why I usually sing the praises of WINTER and the need to wear pants AT ALL TIMES).  (And just the THOUGHT of maternity pantyhose scares the bejebus out of me.) 

And...now I really need to get some lunch (maybe the baby is pinging me so madly now because he is HUNGRY).  And then I promised my Columbus Day kids that I would take them swimming.  I'm not sure HOW since I have no bathing suits that fit me.  Littlest may have to be content with the play room or be stuck wearing the life preserver since my big belly and I will not be entering the pool.

(Is it worth my effort to look for a maternity bathing suit when I'll only wear it for a few months, we hardly ever get out swimming now that school has started, and I really think we should just cancel the silly gym membership?)