I spent most of my day alternating between going to the bathroom and eating. That's my life now. It's what I do. It's sort of like I'm an engaging in the main activities of an infant, but without the helplessness. I don't know how I managed to get any work done, but I actually looked into or answered every request and question that came my way. I'm wondering how well I will handle it when the work really starts pouring in on Thursday and Friday (Friday is the first day of classes for us).
I absolutely had to eat at noon. There was nothing for it. I'd thrown a stick of colby-jack cheese down into the well that is my stomach in an effort to put off lunch for another fifteen or thirty minutes so that I could finish up a student registration issue, but I started feeling sick. Thus, I had to dig into my cup of ravioli precisely at noon, and I fell on it like a ravenous animal (thank goodness there were no coworkers in the break room when I first began eating). Baby is starving. And apparently, the baby is like its father--it gets very angry and rather mean-spirited when it is hungry (and thus, makes me ill: "Take that, Mummy. If you won't eat when I tell you to eat, I'll make you retch! MUHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!").
What is amusing to me is my belly (no sense in crying about it, so let's laugh! Hahahahahaaa). I'm sure that not everyone in the department knows that I am pregnant, so they are probably fairly amazed at how much I seem to have overindulged over the holidays. When I began the job a few weeks ago, I was pretty close to my normal size. I can still wear some of the shirts and clothes that I started out in, but they look pretty different on me now.
In any case, some very good news came today: my ultrasound has been scheduled for January 18! This is my first ultrasound, and if the baby is cooperative, we might find out the sex of the child. I'm excited, to say the least.
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