Actually, if anyone DOES shoot me, it'll be Mr. C.  Poor guy has been on the receiving end of some serious hormone swings!  He's doing a good job, though; holding me when I need to be held, leaving me alone when I need space, and taking care of the house while I lay around and nap.

Three more weeks (plus change) until we find out if there's just one heartbeat there or more than one.  The only reason I have to suspect there might be more than one is how I'm feeling.  L & Mama didn't get morning sickness until they were a bit farther along than I am now, and I dunno if it's just the EXPECTATION or morning sickness, or if I'm just sensitive to the hormone cocktail flowing through my veins, or if there's more than one munchkin in there wreaking havoc on my system.

And get this: my waist is thicker (to the point that even Mr. C has noticed, and he usually won't say a word if I'm knocking lamps off of tables with my hiney), but the scale sez I haven't gained an ounce.  And it's not like my legs and arms are suddenly scrawny.  So what the heck?

I'll be SOOOO glad when this stage is done, though.  I'm already sick & tired of feeling sick & tired, and I have it (so far) SO much easier than some women; my morning sickness lasts all day, on and off, but it's more just a nasty queasy than calling the dinosaur.  Please GOD don't let it get any worse.

L and her hubby came through big-time for us yesterday!  We went by to visit (and get some niece & nephew lovin') and they loaded us up with all sorts of baby & maternity gear: strollers, seats, a high-chair, her oh-so-cool Carolina Ram mobile (I LOVED that thing the first time I saw it), lots of bibs & such, a fun noodle (for when I get so huge that no position is comfortable), and three giant containers of maternity clothes.  They have more for us too; we'll be taking the crib once Tim moves into a big-boy bed, and there's plenty of clothes we can swipe.  Do I have the best sister and bro in the world or what?