On Vacation

I have some stories and pictures coming up...someday. But right now, all I want to do is sit. In my bed. In my PJ's. And today, that's about all I'm doing. My mom, thank the heavens!, is here and took Little One to the pool. So that She will have fun and be wild and I can sit. In my PJ's. With only moderate guilt.
This kid, in my belly, it wants to be noticed. It doesn't want to just kick back in there and hang out quietly, it wants to rule the world. Or at least, my world. And it's a very good thing that I love it so much, already, because otherwise I might be slightly annoyed at how good a job it is doing of monopolizing my body and energy and everything else.
I remember one time, in Africa, I ate a pastry from a little shop. And I had the worst case of food poisoning, ever. EVER. I was so sick, that I didn't even really care that I was pretty sure I was about to kick it at any moment. I was just like, "well, that's it for me. I guess I die of pastry". Because at least then the misery would end. Yeah, hehe, I remember those days!
I remember them because this pregnancy is in so many ways similar to that lovely little experience. Last week I even got to spend the night in the hospital getting fluids and anti-nausea medication by IV. Aw, me and baby number 2, making memories already!
One day, maybe I will reminisce with the kid about it's time in utero, and I'll tell it that it reminded my of my trip overseas, and that I got to spend a lot of time laying around, as still as possible, in my PJs, neglecting all my responsibilities. Like being on vacation! And then I will say, "And now you owe me for life. Go clean your room".