I feel badly for slighting Gail, my sweet - and oh, so pretty - niece, when I praised her brother Jack. Nothing was meant by this. In fact, Gail's funny ways are making me excited about having a girl, most likely. We'll have a clearer picture tomorrow when I go in for an ultrasound. Rob was pulling for a girl, since that's all he knows. And, while we're not making this public knowledge (as I type this to post up on the interweb for all the world to read) - at least not around our small town ; my stepdaughter, Zoe, had requested to be kept out of the loop, for the surprise of it. At first she protested when we wouldn't tell her, but she hasn't made a peep all week, so I think she's getting over it. I told her we were all set on clothes for the time being (especially since our little lemon - which is now really a grapefruit - can't even wear clothes yet!), and would be for quite some time, and she's settled down in her excitement to stockpile on baby clothes.
So, at twenty weeks now, I'm just starting to show a little bit more, though my coworkers are always commenting on how unpregnant I appear (this coming from people in a place where a good 96% of the populous is overweight; I guess I still look pretty rail-thin in comparison). I am, however, feeling quite clumsy and off-kilter, and EXTREMELY fatigued. I'd be more than happy if I just went on bed rest right now and didn't get up till after I'd given birth.
I miss running. Yesterday Rob, Zoe's grandmother, Filomena, and I went to Zoe's cross-country race to cheer her on, and I ached a little bit from wanting to be running with them. Months ago, back in the mid-spring, I'd had big plans to run in my third Baltimore Marathon, which is happening this year on my birthday, which is next weekend. Needless to say, I scrapped that idea once I decided I'd rather have a baby this year. Still kind of a bummer that, even if I wanted to do it, I simply wouldn't have the energy. This business is hard work.
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