Hmmm...

Every Wednesday morning, I go into the Payroll & Benefits Department and weigh myself so that I can record it in my pregnancy journal. Wednesdays are the end of my gestation week, you see. If it were up to me, my week would have started on a Sunday or at least a Monday, but as it starts on a Thursday...

Anyway, the same three ladies see me every week, and they all huddle around the scale (something I don't think people would ever do if I wasn't pregnant) and offer all sorts of well-meaning advice and commentary. As they've all had kids, I listen politely and allow whatever I don't want to hear exit one ear without letting it register in the grey matter in my head.

But all three of them echoed something my cube neighbors have said this week: "Eileen, your belly is really starting to drop!"

Nooooooooo! It's too soon! He's only 29 weeks along! We've still got 8 to 11 more weeks to go!

So, when I go in for my appointment Monday morning, this is (another) question I have to ask. When does your belly drop? Does it mean the baby is dropping? Can I keep going for the next 10 weeks or so like this? Is my baby okay?

And, as if he knows, just when I start to freak out (like the psychopathic mom I don't want to be), he pushes hard against my belly and gives me a sharp jab in the ribs as if to say, "Relax, Mom, I'm fine."

[sigh]