I highly recommend this NaNoWriMo thing, if you’re still teetering on the edge. It’s not too late to catch up. The daily writing task is about two single-spaced pages, which is not as much as I’d thought it would be. Considering your only goal is to fill those pages with writing (not to fill them with quality writing), you can natter on and not worry about what you come up with. And you feel like you’re being all creative/expressive, which is happy for those of us who usually express our creativity via our choice of children’s outfits. I am not particularly inclined toward fiction writing, and so I am writing a story about a stay-at-home mom. With four children. And she’s pregnant. Instant brilliance!

Paul and I went out for dinner last night, and so I wore clothes I don’t usually wear. And they…looked funny. It’s not that things don’t fit–although that’s thanks in part to two pairs of “fat pants” that are ALSO stretchy denim–it’s that they don’t fit right. A shirt stretched kind of funny, and made me look lumpy. Well, okay, I DO look a little lumpy, and the shirt showcased it. I don’t look pregnant, I just look lumpy.

I noticed as we were walking around that for the first time I started to feel my pregnant body emerging. Before now, I’ve only felt sick, or tired, or maybe a little loose-jointed, but basically my body has felt the same as usual. Last night I felt the first indications of the pregnancy. My stomach seemed to curve out more, and it made my back remember how painful that would be later on. I felt tired just walking around. Here it comes.