I'm sick. My intestines are throwing a big old freaking fit about something and I am completely at the mercy of them and their totally unpredictable cramps. Eew, that's gross. I know, trust me I know.
I have lots of stories to tell you about the very strange day I had while searching for maternity pants that fit me correctly, the fact that I only have one week of school left, the big 20 week doctor's visit that revealed lots of things about the wee one, and Baby Registry Extravaganza 2007, but I have a 10 page paper to write. Also, I'm sick and really don't feel like telling any stories right now.
Please send comforting thoughts to my intestines.