If you note in the bar on the side, there, it says I'm at 14 of 40 weeks. In case you were curious, the 40-week gestation is the goofy doctors' timeline that includes two weeks before conception. (So, technically, every woman between menses and ovulation is in her first or second week of pregnancy. There's a factoid that could've been fun to mention back when I was in high school.) And my timeline shows time passed. So this week, I am 14-weeks-and-some-change pregnant. Or, if you prefer to count from conception, 12-weeks-and-some-change.

So, either way you look at it, at the beginning of my 4th month.

The 4th month is where most women start to show, just a little bit. Usually toward the end of the month, but sometimes earlier. I confess, I've been looking at my abdomen a little more closely than usual in the bathroom mirror before I get into the shower. (No, I haven't noticed any changes yet.)

Of course, I'm pretty fat - let's not beat around the bush. It may take me a little longer than most women to show - and I expect I'll be in the 5th or 6th month before I'm showing prominently enough that I actually look pregnant instead of just carrying my fat low.

On the plus side, my maternity clothes that I ordered came in on Friday - fastfast! - and I was pleased to find that I'd guessed the right size. So now I'm trying to figure out what I'll need.

Thank the gods for the internet. My mom was talking about sewing patterns. If I had to sew my maternity clothes, I can tell you right now that I'd probably wind up making three basic straight-line frocks in navy blue and hoping no one noticed I was just rotating my earrings. A seamstress I am not.

The rest of the weekend was pretty good. Matt and I picked up K.T. and Kevin for dinner Friday night, and afterward we went over to Best Buy so K.T. could pick up The Importance of Being Earnest.

That place is dangerous. Between the four of us, we walked out of there with nearly $400 worth of movies. Among other things, Matt and Kevin both picked up the James Bond boxed set, and I grabbed Baz Luhrman's Red Curtain trilogy - Moulin Rouge, Romeo and Juliet, and Strictly Ballroom.

Saturday K.T. and I spent the afternoon editing (we keep getting faster - all our editing sessions have been four-ish hours, but we're doing more in each one) and then Matt came down with some movies. We wound up watching Strictly Ballroom, which is probably my favorite of the Red Curtain movies. (Probably because it has a happy ending. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.)

I wasn't sure K.T. would like it - it's a very weird movie - but she did. She wanted to watch it again to catch stuff she'd missed the first time around, so I loaned it to her in exchange for Earnest. We dubbed it The Weekend Of Movies Kevin Wouldn't Like.

Sunday, in between doing the laundry, I watched Earnest and Romeo and Juliet, which I hadn't seen before. That was good, if very silly in its adaptation.

Lots of movies this weekend. Yay, movies!

--Liz