It's really starting to irritate me when people tell me what I can and can't do. First of all, I would never do anything that I think would hurt me or the baby. If I want help, I will ask for it. I hate when people treat me like an invalid. There's a big difference between "would you like me to take that for you?" and "let me take that for you - you shouldn't be carrying that in your condition." That's another phrase I absolutely cannot stand: "in your condition." I don't have leprosy.

Offers to help, when not excessive, are appreciated usually, but when you *tell* me I shouldn't be doing what I am doing, that's when I start to get a little irritated. Generally, I will just ask for help when I need it, which I am really not shy to do.

How am I EVER going to keep a child alive when I can't even figure out how to take care of myself, huh?

Anyways, in positive news, our bedding came in today. I am running the dust ruffle and sheet through the wash before I go upstairs and make the crib up. Of course, I am sure it will all have to be washed again with baby-safe detergent, but it's just my way of getting around ironing, really.

I am starting to get more and more uncomfortable. I have realized that simple tasks like bending down to pick something up off the floor is quite a task. I have to bend just-so so that I don't squish the baby. So really, I feel safer lifting a heavy box right now than I do a piece of paper off the floor because I don't have as far to bend.

Our next ultrasound is on November 5, and I am very excited. I suppose it is the "fun" ultrasound where we'll just get to see him in 3-D. I am really curious what his face looks like. On November 5, which is less than 3 weeks away, I'll be 28 weeks. That's kind of hard to believe, but then when you think about it, that leaves 12 (or hopefully 10!) weeks, which really is kind of a long time, especially considering the discomfort has set in.

It's interesting to see people react to you when you are visibly pregnant. They usually glance quickly at your face when you are passing by, and then they look down at your belly and then just keep looking until you have passed. Or maybe I am just unable to see the slight movement of their eyeballs as their gaze drifts to my left hand. I admit it - I do the same damn thing.

It also varies with the shirt I happen to be wearing. I have this one maternity sweater that I love because it's big in just the right places so that it fits like a non-maternity sweater. From the front, you can't tell, but as you get closer to me, people start to realize, and then they probably just start to wonder if it is a massive beer belly. The looks are different when I wear my bare-midriffs. Just kidding.

Anyways, I am just glad to be 15 weeks away, give or take. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, 15 weeks isn't long. Then again, every day is pretty long when all I can do is dream about an ice cold beer...or eight.