That sounds right. I think last week I was telling people I was 31 weeks pregnant, but it's getting more and more difficult to remember things like that. Or any things. Or walk up the stairs.
I'm also feeling a little brain-fogged after waking up after a nightmare SO ANGRY at David I couldn't get back to sleep (he wouldn't turn his music down in the dream, and I had to call my mom to tell her I had just given birth to a baby girl). So I've been awake for a while.
Now I've forgotten what I was going to blog about.
I have a student who asks me a random pregnancy question every day. Most of them are normal Can he hear? Does he pee? Do you feel him kick? Yes, yes, yes. But on Tuesday, he had the Best Question Ever.
If you throw up, could you throw up your baby?
I could have said, "Yes, it's really scary, but usually they just have you swallow the baby again and it's ok." Or even, "You have zero understanding of female anatomy, huh?"
But I said with a straight face, "No, the uterus is not connected to the stomach."
Until all the kids around him started laughing. Then I laughed to the point of tears. It's ok. He can take some mockery. This is Star Wars boy. The same boy who said, "But I thought Star Wars was filmed on other planets."
In diabetic world, I'm testing adding some unsweetened coco powder and stevia to my warm vanilla milk. I'll let you know how it goes. I miss hot chocolate. And all chocolate.
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