a kangaroo baby, cute pictures of a kitten, and unflattering photos of moi

The kitten is acting less like a fuzzy little kitten and more like a ferocious kicking animal these days, and Karen felt him kick again this morning.  Clearly, he laid low until the gender scan, and now no one is safe.  I have learned that he very much dislikes me leaning forward, which I often do when I play laptop at home.  Right now he's flopping around, probably in a lunch-induced haze, much like I am. 

Here's some of the latest sonogram shots, since I keep neglecting to add them officially.  The strange reverse shadows are just from the little plastic covering sheet I keep over them at my desk.  Yep -- I'm the girl who puts sheet protectors over things sometimes.  You're shocked, I'm sure.

I have also realized that it is quite difficult to take a picture of oneself in the work bathroom, while pretending to be nonchalant in case someone enters.  Because, surely, I am not in here, taking a photo of myself with my phone.  Today's attempt:

I now leave you with some scenes from last night's volleyball game, when it was juuuuuuuust about to be dark, and I was so afraid of a darkened porta-potty that I walked all the way back from the courts to the bar...  Twice.

Also, has anyone noticed that you can't walk right anymore at 21 weeks?  All of a sudden, I notice that I'm the slowest walker in any group, and that I just feel funny when I walk.  Not in pain, but like I wasn't built for walking.  Odd.  Very odd.