Well, after maxxing out the recommended dosage of Tylenol yesterday (well, generic equivalents thereof) it seems my shoulder is thinking about getting back to normal. Today it just aches. So far. Hopefully it will stay that way.

(I'm not good with pain. Every time I think about childbirth, I thank every little god for the advent of the epidural. The creep-factor there is kind of high, but I don't even want to imagine what kind of wimp I would be about delivering without some significant pain management.)

Last night was pretty slow. After we'd been to the grocery store and eaten dinner, Matt and I just sat around and watched movies on our computers. He watched North By Northwest, which he said was very good; I watched Man in the Iron Mask, which isn't actually all that good but is funny and pretty.

I tried to convince the Particle to kick hard enough that Matt might be able to feel it. A couple of days ago, after lunch, it was practically tap-dancing in there, and I could feel the kicks without any problems at all. But it hasn't moved that strongly since, and certainly not in the evening, when Matt's around.

Soon enough, I guess. I'm only just coming up on the end of my fifth month; there are four more months for Matt to be able to feel the baby moving around. I'm just impatient for the milestones.

I shouldn't be. Another month and the last, most uncomfortable, trimester will be officially underway. I can feel the edges of it already. I feel bloated, like an overinflated balloon. It's a little difficult to breathe when I'm lying down. High-acid foods leave me with a mild burning in my throat. (Though not true heartburn, thank goodness. Not yet, anyway.) I can feel my center of gravity shifting, and simple tasks - standing up, sitting down, picking something off the floor - have become awkward.

I think pregnancy is very shortly going to cease being magical or even interesting and move rapidly into cumbersome and annoying. Just a hunch.

--Liz