not mine!

ok, i don't know who snuck in the middle of the night to switch out my boobs with someone else's. . . but they're not fooling me one bit. these are way to big in every way, and itchy! sure, adam's a fan, but some of my blouses are beginning to complain. i've resorted to keeping a sports bra on 24/7, just to keep my discomfort to a minimum: a day one and a night one. honestly, i'm surprised i can still use the old-me bras, but they're working (not too tight) so i'm sticking with them.

pregnancy has brought some really wacky dreams my way. . . and i'm not sure how i feel about it. fortunately, adam is ever the explanation-finder, so no dream stays too mysterious for long. but man-o-man, have i had some doozies: going to jail, decapitating some random girl while driving, even a more mundane one about sleeping through my alarm on a work day. i'd just as soon sleep through the night dreamless than have to deal with some of these, but i'll live.

i had a disturbing experience on the train yesterday, and the thought still gives me the creeps. some older black man, smelling of incense, looking vaguely homeless, offered me an open seat on the L, window side. never knowing when queasiness or discomfort will strike, i'm always up for a seat, so i took it. after a while, i notice something out of the corner of my eye that resembles inappropriate behavior for a public space, happening beneath a newspaper. of course, i have no desire to confirm my suspicions, but it's an icky thought none the less. what bothers me more than the potential sexual harassment is this: there is no appropriate response to this behavior and i'm at a loss as to how to advise my future daughter (if there is one in my future, or son too, there's all kinds of pervs out there) how to handle this situation. so i felt trapped and victimized, with no recourse and no advise for the next victim. why can't perverts do it on their own time, somewhere on their own? it's truly not fair.

anyways. our first hi-tech ultrasound is this afternoon and we find out what the extra blob in the first ultrasound is all about. i'm voting for random fold of tissue, but adam's intrigued by the possibility of discarded twin. as long as the little one who's in there now is doing fine, i'm indifferent to the blob, but it'll be good to know.

one day soon i'll tell my bosses at work, but a good opportunity hasn't presented itself just yet. someone has to be wondering why i have a sudden increase of doctor's appointments and decrease in appropriately-fitting blouses. it'll come out soon enough, i know, but i think my bosses are cool enough to be supportive, just as everyone else has been so far!