Holy moses, the last couple of days I have woken up positively starving. I swear this kid is trying to eat me from the inside-out. I half wake when Den gets up, because the dogs shift around and start whining, and usually I roll over and go back to sleep without a thought. Lately, however, I half wake up and growwwllll-grumble-grwlwlwlw. And it hurts! It’s like my stomach is trying to eat itself. So I have to get up and make something for breakfast, for fear of perishing while I was asleep. Yikes!

I have also finally discovered how I like my pancakes so I can get through a whole one. This may sound really stupid, or you may wonder why it took me all these years to figure it out, but anyways. I don’t like my syrup poured all over the pancake. The few bites are great, then it goes totally soggy and over-saturated. I hate it! So, duh, I finally figured to pour my syrup on the side, then dip each piece of pancake in it. Score! It totally tastes better! (Oh and by the way? That Aunt Jemima “Just Add Water” pancake mix totally rocks. Lets me eat just one or two pancakes for breakfast, without much fuss or preparation. Which is important when your stomach is stabbing you.)

Devin has been wicked active lately. Last night he was pretty quiet, but the night before that he was kicking all night long. It’s still not enough to keep me awake, thank goodness, but every time I woke up to roll over I could feel him jabbing me. There have been a few times in the past couple of evenings that he’s kicked me hard enough that I swear my whole belly moved. Of course I wasn’t looking so I don’t know for sure, but that’s what it felt like!