Tuesday marked my official 6 months of pregnancy. The baby is now the size of an arugula which I am not sure I have a reference for at all; when I inform my mom I will tell her she is as big as lettuce. It may be a little off but there is no harm in that. I also read that I am suppose to appear as if I have swallowed a soccer ball which I am not sure is quite true either. Yesterday's check up determined that all things are good. I have now hit my pre-pregnancy weight, so I am at zero. She measured my uterus with the hyper-technological tool of a yellow measuring tape, which is really like measuring a yard of fabric, and it is exactly 24 cm. To be honest all I know about that is that it's where it's suppose to be.
I am sitting in a room with several hundred teenagers taking their history final and all I can think of is things that need to get done. The nesting has gone into full fledged insanity. The last two days I have run errands and I have been going constantly. By the time I stop, I feel like I have run a marathon but oddly enough, I feel like I could keep running. I am tossing and turning like a mad woman at night but when I roll out of bed I don't feel tired per say. We have placed a cable box in the bedroom to facilitate more comfortable relaxation but it seems like there is always something that gets done instead. Like yesterday, I laid in bed trying to take a nap when suddenly I found myself organizing my jewelry. My dresser looks great but not sure I accomplished my original goal. I only have one more month of super energy right?