As of today I am 32 weeks pregnant. Things have started to get slightly uncomfortable. The fetus has a new trick: putting pressure on my lower left ribcage and pubic bone simultaneously. It doesn't happen a lot, but when it does it's pretty clear you no longer need a microscope to get an image of this one. I am often finding a head or a butt or a foot or an elbow somewhere that I could have sworn was normally reserved for my more usual internal organs. We're clearly starting to run out of room in there. I've also started to have a little heartburn if I lie on my back, which is clearly related to the whole internal-organ crowding issue.
I have been slightly stupid. I went grocery shopping yesterday and afterwards I was absolutely rotten to Warren for the rest of the evening. It occurred to me today that maybe I was so rotten to Warren because just buying groceries was physically taxing, and maybe this was because I'm anemic, and perhaps I should actually take my iron supplements like I'm supposed to instead of being lame about it. Brilliant. I can with effort extract data from the goofs in China and model their network usage, but I'm not bright enough to take the pills that I know full well I ought to take to keep me healthy.
Speaking of slightly stupid, here is an example of packing gone wrong:
When I saw the box on the porch I thought it had to be crib parts or something, but no, they used that huge box just for a diaper bag.