I woke up this morning from a night of crazy stressful dreams. I dreampt that I was in Germany on a business trip and everything kept going wrong. I was late for things, my luggage kept going missing, I wasn't catching trains on time, I was late for breakfast, someone stepped on and ruined my glasses and I even missed my flight back home. I woke up in an anxious fog with the stress of the dream still clinging to me and I wound up knocking my water bottle over as I reached to hit the snooze button. What a way to start the day, luckily I didn't spill more than a few drops.

The crazy morning nearly made me forget that I'm officially 23 weeks along today. Pregnancy app is SO hilarious (sarcasm) because it starts off this week's entry with, "Yo uterus, slow down already!" I'm tempted to tag on "Bitch." to the end of that, a la Jesse from Breaking Bad. So yeah, my uterus is big, what an incredible surprise. I'm full of sarcasm today. But c'mon, there's a frickin' baby growing in there that's the size of an eggplant, of course my uterus is getting big.They mention that I should think about getting a pregnancy belt. Now I know what those things are because of my sisters, but I would imagine that someone unfamiliar with them might imagine something like this:

Which makes me laugh. Also, I kind of want that belt now, even though it only exists in Photoshop.

Flapjack is going through super-mega-awesome brain development right now, getting a lot of growth in the cerebrum. Maybe that explains all the crazy kicks and karate punches I've been getting, maybe Flapjack is getting all overwrought with these new emotions he/she's feeling. They mention that the baby will learn to feel things like fear, happiness and sadness and I'll admit that it upsets me to think a bit about Flapjack feeling sadness in there when I'm out here and can't do anything about it. Hopefully babies are fairly contented in the womb and don't feel too much sadness during these months. My husband and I were both thumb suckers so I wouldn't be surprised if Flapjack's found his/her thumb and has been sucking away in there. Unfortunately I don't have any more ultrasounds planned, so there's probably no chance of seeing that until after Flapjack is born.

Tap class has been cancelled for today because everyone is probably busy getting ready for Independence day, so I'm going to take the opportunity to try to find myself a maternity bathing suit after work. I just wore some tech-wick undergarments and a tech-wick t-shirt to my sister's on Sunday and figured that might service me well enough for swimming, but apparently once the bottoms got wet, everyone could see my two white moons. So for the sake of discretion, a proper bathing suit it is. My sister did offer me a two-piece tankini thing that she wore while she was pregnant, but it was just a bit too tiny for my tastes because my butt-cheeks were falling out the back, and the top was so small it barely held my boobs and my whole belly was exposed. I'm incredibly pale and my mid-section basically never gets any sun, so having it all exposed for a whole day of swimming is just not a good idea. Being pregnant is one thing, being pregnant with a sunburned belly however is not something that I plan on experiencing. Some of the one-piece suits online at Motherhood looked pretty cute with a sort of vintage 50s flare, so I'm hoping I can get one of those.

Tomorrow my sister has invited people over again, this time for a more official 4th of July cookout by the pool. It should be lots of fun and I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully the weather stays nice because the forecast does mention scattered thunderstorms. I will cross my fingers for sunshine.