the good, the great and the horribly embarrassing

The good:

• I get to eat every two hours or so, and have still lost two pounds since the beginning
• Our nights have fallen into an easy pattern of making dinner, cleaning up and then crap TV lounging
• Every week, I have a new tidbit of information to focus on and a bigger bump to run into things with
• I get to drink cranberry juice when we go out

The great:

• The movements are almost daily now
• I've decided that the kitten is a girl
• I sleep like an absolute rock, even after multiple bathroom breaks
• In lieu of bars, we go to the movies most weekends (hello, theater popcorn!)

The horribly embarrassing:

• I drop food into the neck of my shirt almost daily now
• I am single-handedly turning the condo into a gas chamber
• I unwittingly burped aloud at my desk the other day

Obviously, I have no insider information about the sex of the kitten, but I have a hunch that she'll be a she.  And admittedly, most of the things I've chosen to look forward to involve food and fruity beverages, but I figure there are worse things.  As for the rest, perhaps some of the embarrassing pieces would ease up if I stopped eating every two hours, but then what would I write about?  Sheesh.