Yes, I'm A Spazz

OK, so I changed my layout again. I was bored with the previous layout, and I think the boredom had a lot to do with my not posting here.

Everything is going to shit as far as the baby is concerned. He's actually small for his age, 4 pounds at 33 weeks 3 days, and 3 weeks behind with his waist development. All of his organs and stuff are developing fine, which is great, but he's still not as rosy-great as I originally thought. Obviously I had a visit with the specialist today. Until the baby's born my schedule is packed with all kinds of fun. Monday and Thursday I visit the specialist at the hospital for an ultrasound and office visit. Wednesday I visit Dr. Jagadeesan. In addition to all of this fun, I'm on more restrictions. I'm now on "house rest" which is the same as house arrest. I'm not allowed to do anything other than sit on the couch. No cooking, cleaning or laundrying and I'm supposed to stop going to school as well. I'm a quarter of a step away from full bed rest, and a half step away from being hospitalized until the alien is born. If he's not markedly larger in 3 weeks, he'll be delivered then. Either way he's going to spend some time in the NICU, but I'm not supposed to worry. Yeah, sure.

I'm going to try sleeping which will be impossible since Morgan snores and hogs the bed. He's an asshole.

That is all.