bladder boxing

The fetus is back to it's favorite trick this week: bladder boxing. On Tuesday I was walking up the stairs at work and the brat punched me so hard in the bladder that I yelled 'STOP THAT' outloud. I just hope no one heard me or they might think I have Tourette's syndrome (or an imaginary friend). It is also pushing on my ribs periodically throughout the day...almost like it is stretching for 2-3 minutes while I double over in pain. I'm hoping the bladder boxing and rib jabbing mean that it is pointed down because those 'YOU are pregnant? Here read this quick' books tell me that is what we're looking for. On a completely unrelated note, I'm getting really tired of calling the baby IT.

I finally cleaned up the clutter in the nursery (translation 'shoved it all in the closet and shut the door') and took some pictures of it. I need to do wall stuff yet, get a small table and a bookshelf or a changing table for the corner but other than that, it is done. Oh, and a mattress might be nice (by the way the sheets are white with stripes in the same colors as the polka dots). I LOVE it. Every time I walk by the room I glance in and can not believe that there is going to be another human being that is half me and half Ski living in that room in two short months.

Here is my big bad self at 31 weeks. My face is getting fat. I would use the term gi-nor-mous because that is how I feel but think I better reserve that for six weeks from now. Can someone please tell me where 4-7 more pounds of baby is going to go? Not the best pictures but I'm too lazy to redo them. I get lazier and lazier every week, huh?