20 weeks

Well, 10 minutes til' 20 weeks that is :)

I'd write that I'm "halfway there", but that was last week. I'll be delievering at 39 weeks, so I like to feel technical about the whole situation.

I had a few days with migraines (not sure if I wrote about it). Apparently I have "aura migraines" once again. I had them with Payton.

These migraines generally start about a half an hour prior to the migraine itself and triggers unusual symptoms. My jaw goes numb, I get anxiety, I get these feelings in my head that something is crawling in the back of it. Sometimes it feels like a rubber band is snapping the back of my head.

Then I see spots and zig zag lines. It looks like Disney's Electric Lights Parade...

except with more anxiety and less thrilling.

Then BAM. Full on head bloated migraine. I feel like someone took a basketball pump and inserted it into my head and started pumping. The pressure is so intense I feel like if I actually have an anyuerism, I'd be doing myself some good.

Thankfully this only lasted 2 days this time, and not near as serious as last time.

I woke up today and my stomach has already doubled in size from last week. I put on a jacket today that I had on less than 8 days ago, and the damn thing won't zip. My stomach is huge - HUGE. Next ultrasound I'm not leaving until they find the other 2 stow aways in there.

The first day I felt strong kicks, I only felt it about 2-4 times. The next day I woke up, and it was like an f'ing gymnast was taking refuge in there; all day and all night.

Today is no exception. I literally feel kicks all day long. I'm convinced this baby never sleeps.

It's weird that I'm only 5 months, because this one is going so much faster 'symptom' wise. Everything is happening earlier. It's going to make a real miserable 4 more months.

I also have been having my rage come back. When I left my last job it was like Rikki Lake pre weight loss had been lifted from my shoulders. That place gave me nothing but rage.

Now I find myself feeling my hormones surge. Today I was taking a nap and big stupid Josh walks in the bedroom, flips the light on, makes as much noise as he can and then starts talking to the dogs as if they were 96 and hard of hearing.

I came up off that bed like a psychiatric ward patient. I'm ALWAYS quiet when he's asleep (even leaving to make sure we're not loud) but nooooo, not his big stupid hairy body.

Then stupid me deposits my tax check into his bank account to avoid getting money taken away from my bankruptcy.

Stupid him refuses to give me his debit card and it's irritating me. He's walking around Seymour like he's sitting on a million dollars.

I guess it's better that I hate him at 5 months along this time around. Last time around I hated him from the moment my pregnancy test read positive.

Please pray he makes it through this alive.