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To all those women who said that walking around will soothe the baby with a rocking motion: Bullshit.

I'm pretty sure he intentionally launches himself from side to side while I'm walking to throw me off balance.

I also can't tell if he highly approves or disapproves of NIN or Beastie Boys because he gets really active when it's playing in the car. I hope it's approval, or else we're going to have problems.

Eeeek

I feel like life is coming at me a little fast. It's not that any of this is bad stuff, it's just frightening and new.

On October 16, I will start my indeterminate PM-02 job with the government (permanent with benefits). And then the next week I'll tell them I'm pregnant. It's dirty, but it has to be done this way.

Of course that comes right after my wedding on the 7th and subsequent honeymoon. They will only know me as a married woman.

And of course, there's the baby on the way, and we're probably going to have to move in the next few months.

Gulp.

While the tests are only rough guidelines, my current life stress score is 602. Anything over 300 can make you susceptible to stress-related illness.

It's all exciting stuff, but can I make a request to space it out a little? The old adage goes "When it rains, it pours", but this is feeling more like a flash flood.

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Okay, I'm probably a bad person for considering this, but I am really thinking of having a small glass of wine in the hope that my sprogling will stop kicking. He started at 1pm and keeps kicking me in the junk. Walking, standing, sitting and laying down doesn't work. Singing doesn't work, bouncing and poking doesn't work. Being still and quiet doesn't work. Yoga doesn't work.


This had better be a fluke. It's almost enough to make me swear off sugar entirely.