When I went to bed after I posted my last entry, my left big toe came to life and exploded into a furious flaming devil of pain and destruction. And I got very little sleep because it did not feel good at all. It's weird because I don't remember my the surgery on my right toe last October being so traumatic to that particular phalange. I was able to sleep last night without waking up from the devil toe's prodding, but it's still a pretty sore looking fellow. I would take a picture, but it would gross too many of you out. And I'm limping around a lot. Everyone at work sees this giant pregnant woman who is waddling way before her time when really, I'm just limping from the injury.
Speaking of "The Injury", is anyone else so super psyched to for The Office to come back on? I love that show. I'm so happy to watch Michael, knowing that he's just on a tv show, and I don't have to work for him. That part about him makes me love him all the more.
My child is huge. My ultrasound yesterday revealed that he is 2 lbs, 15 oz. I realize that weight estimations based on ultrasounds are notoriously inaccurate, but his tummy measurement is also in the 75th or 85th percentile or something like that. Neither Chris nor I can remember the exact number, but it was big, yall. A cute squishable tummy just waiting for me to blow raspberries all over it. And his head is still miraculously in the 61st percentile, and I'm hoping it stays that way. Because given the track record on giant heads in both our families, this measurement could get pretty ugly really fast. He is also head down, and I am hoping that stays the same, too.
Side note: I actually saw a pink Mary Kay Caddy today. I didn't know they seriously existed in the general public. And it was really really ugly, too. But I guess I just don't really appreciate the design of new Cadillacs.
And now for something completely different.