I'm getting big. I hit the 6-month mark two weeks ago, and this whole pregnancy thing is becoming all too real. It's getting harder and harder to put on my socks and shoes, or shave my legs, or bend over to retreive something I've dropped, or lift the cat (the one that allows us to lift her, anyway).

See belly below:


Also, the kid is kicking me ALL THE TIME. Or, if not actually kicking, punching, or elbowing, then just rolling around. There's definitely another life form living in my abdomen, and it's the weirdest feeling in the whole wide world. It's almost like muscle spasms, but you can see portions of my stomach being pushed outward. Like in Spaceballs . (Okay, maybe not EXACTLY like that, but you get the idea.)

Also becoming very real is my husband's writing career: The UK is publishing his book in just a few months! He's already got a preliminary book jacket, and Advanced Reading Copies, or ARCs (or galleys, as they are sometimes called) will be on their way very soon! He's already listed on the Amazon UK site!

Unfortunately, the book won't be coming out in the US until early next year, but by then he will be a huge hit across the pond! He's actually traveling to London and Paris and maybe elsewhere later this summer for signings and interviews and stuff. It sucks that the baby and I won't be able to go with him (I'm due to pop mid-July), but I'm sure there will be many more trips in the future. And by then, the kid will already have developed a love of Nutella, Hob Nobs, and Lion bars - just like her mom!