Starving to death

... not really but my body apparently thinks so. Today I'm hungry all the time: woke up hungry, ate tons, was still hungry an hour later, ate, repeat.

I'm trying to make good choices, but not really get in the way of what my body wants. I presume there's a good reason for it, as long as it's not craving chips - and it's not like that. Just non-specific hunger.

Warlock babe, or Noah as we are trying out calling him, is quite active and I think has gotten himself around to front-facing again. This is good because yesterday he kicked me in the kidney or something like it (okay, I don't know, but it was in my back and it hurt). I don't want to stereotype my kid before he's even born but man! He never slows down, this kid. It's like he wants out. But noooo, about 10 more weeks kiddo.

10 weeks!

We get the house today and I'm really excited. I'm going to have to go to the mall to burn some energy off (it's hot out, so indoors is probably better). It'll be that overwhelming visit to the house when you see all the little flaws and things are dirty and there are holes in the walls where shelves have been taken down and all that stuff. But I'm so glad to be able to make a nest now.

Shandra