16 Week Grumbles

       The other night I went out for my Sister's birthday dinner, which was a family calamity. It started with my Mom calling me to inform me that my Dad and Sister were fighting, then I called my Sister who was crying and on her way to the restaurant claiming my Dad was being an asshole, so I called my Dad and he said my Mom started the whole thing and she was an asshole as well as my Sister and he wasn't backing down on that. He wasn't going, and he called his Mom and told her not to go either. I was very glad I was away from the situation. I called Mars to tell him my family was rectally obsessed and the evening would prove to be entertaining. It ended up just being me, him, and my Sister, where Mars and I spurred into countless feuds and I ended up walking out of the restaurant because he was being an asshole.
       Isn't family fun!
       My poor sister, it was her birthday. Oh gosh, it's not funny, but it's really funny. When I finish laughing up the ridiculousness of it all I'll make it up to her somehow.
       So anyhoo, before the dinner, while waiting for everything to settle down and Mars to get home so we could watch the fight celebrate my Sister, I had plenty of time after getting ready to play with the mirror. I realized something...
     
       I've popped!

Hey, nothing hides flaws like the creepy blurry face effect, mkay.

       Kind of strange, that was two days ago and I'm not nearly as big right now, I guess there was a nice bit of bloaty to add to baby. In any case, I only have one pair of non-stretchy pants that fit anymore. 

       Other weird sensations:

•        My stomach rumbles above my belly button now instead of below and anytime I have intestinal unrest, it is clearly closer to my back bone than my belly button. 
•        I have begun to label my belly button as a landmark.
•        When I'm bra-less I have this new sensation of the bottom skin of my boobs touching the skin of my upper abdomen. I have never felt this before and am constantly tucking my shirt under my boobs or holding my wrist under them (also amazed that my boobs are able to sit entirely on my wrists). 
•        Nipples have gone big n brown. Bye bye my taut pink girlhood.
•        I have officially felt the baby move. It started with a little thud just under my belly button and now, usually at night, when I'm sitting still and not hungry and have moved my bowels within the day, I can totally feel that famous fluttering ladies like to talk about on message boards and the like. 
•        Hormones are still proving to be a giant, mean, difficult, enraging, alienating, psychotic, roaring, dragon-monster in the pit of my soul. Often times I'm pouty faced in a ball of shame for the way I just acted or I'm acting in a way that would put pure evil to shame. I'm really blaming that my Chinese astrological sign is a dragon, as is my fetus's.

       So that's it for now, I was going to make this an extra long entry encompassing my out-of-town absence and the bittersweet poison honey homecoming, but I'll go ahead and save that one for tomorrow.