Pregnancy is kind of like TV production. A lot of hurry up and wait. That's about all that's going on.

I'm starting to show a teeny bit, my lower belly is now disproportionate to my upper belly and cannot be sucked in.  Just enough to make me feel like a heifer.  I'm maintaining the 5 pounds I've lost, weight's not moving up yet. Which seems impossible, given that my boobs are enormous, and my gut is permanently sticking out. 

We FINALLY got a new mattress ordered to replace the one that Ryan has had since he was TWELVE. I hate, hate, hate that mattress, and I'm very excited about our new NASA foam Tempurpedic knock-off. Last night I slept in the guest bed after a thunderstorm woke me up at 3 am and I could not get back to sleep. Since the uncomfortableness and sleeplessness is only going to get worse, I'm glad we're addressing the situation early-ish.