You've gone from an impossible dream to an enigma to a squirmy little "thing" that keeps poking my belly button. In the past month/6 weeks, you've been all over Europe, kissed, rubbed, spoken to, and lectured. Today, you came with us on a very short-distance move across campus to a temporary apartment. I like the apartment, and that I didn't have to do any of the lifting or moving, but the loss of control is tough to deal with. There's a table in the middle of the living room, for example, that I would really like in the second bedroom. Also, as the second, more permanent, move is scheduled (tentatively) for early October. You're due in early November. Even with a best case scenario where you're late and Thanksgiving is all at Nana's house, that gives me only 4 or 5 weeks to get not only the nursery set up but also the ENTIRE APARTMENT. While enormously pregnant.
I'm also enormously pleased that we've made it to 25 weeks. That means that if you decide to come early, you have a pretty high chance of surviving, even if you have to spend a long time in a NICU. I have a feeling you're going to come too early, but since I was wrong about being pregnant at all, it's entirely possible you'll continue to be contrary and wait until mid/ late November to decide to make your debut.
I really like being pregnant with you. Getting you conceived was a long, hard process (to say the very least!), but I'm glad that part of this whole "get a baby" thing is easy for me.
I love you and love to know you're doing well in there. Just...please stop using my bladder as a trampoline.