29 down, 11 to go

i would like to first off apologize to a special little girly in my life who asked her mommy recently when she would get to see another picture of the baby in aunt weed's tummy (if you don't know about my nickname already, don't ask). too bad mor has "misplaced" the camera for "a minute." so, no pictures this time, painy lady. (maybe you should call uncle mor and tell him to remember where he hid the camera.)
i did have a dr's appt today. i've gained a hefty 17lbs (all in the belly: yea! none in the bum: yea! and none in the boobs: boo!) and am measuring 33cm, 4 more than is typical for a gal at my stage in pregnancy. baby h's heartrate was somewhere around 147bpm, although the poor nurse was having a hard time keeping it for any time at all since the kid was kicking her out of his space; no matter where she put the little magic wandy thing, he would kick it away. hillarious. i also read on one of those "this week in your pregnancy" websites that he should be growing eyelashes this week (i'm praying he takes after his daddy on this one) and blinking at sudden changes in light and dark. he should be about 15-16in long and weigh at least 2.5lbs and filling out fast.
other than that, my heartburn continues to burn holes in my esophagus; i pulled a muscle playing wii bowling this weekend; i'm peeing several gallons a day and night; and sleep is a mere distant memory. oh and connie is telling people we've decided on a name. not so much, mom. i told you we LIKED that name, not that we were USING it. good grief. nothing is sacred. that being said, i'm off to fill my new heartburn rx. i sure do love that dr jones guy.