i'm an invalid

so i guess because i have a baby duck growing inside me that the people that surround me belive that i am broken in some way.

my mother won't let me go up and down the stairs to fast... por que se me sale el bebe.
i can't throw myself on the couch too hard... cuz it'll pop out.

my boyfriend won't let me cross my legs cuz it'll mess up my back. I can't eat junk food cuz it's junk (there was a huge family discussion cuz i had a slice of pizza). sleep on my stomach?? that's just crazy. and then there's the 20 questions i must field after every time we have sex... is the baby ok?? are u ok???

and then yesterday... the chica who i thought was not party to all this baby nonsense... mala wouldn't go out with me yesterday to the tertulia cuz get this... she didn't want me going home so late. i just looked at her... and wondered huh? so i asked her what's the difference if i get home late now or if i got home late last year? and she said i guess there is no difference... but still u shouldn't be out too late.

so i went home. and fell asleep on the couch. woke up when my beau got home from work.. and then he told me that i shouldn't sleep on the couch. it's not good for me.

it's a duck

i heard my baby's heartbeat for the first time the other day. very cool.

i'm pregnant and happy. and emotional and feeling icky most days.. which makes me the worst person to be around at times.

i just started my new job so until i get all my insurance stuff together i've been going to a public hospital... which has made me realize that public hospitals treat u like an idiot... so now i'm searching for a private doctor to pop this baby out early next year.
i have my first sonogram on friday... i'll get my first picture that day...very cool

so when i was describing how the baby's heartbeat sounded to my 17 year old cousin on saturday... i made this really weird sound... i don't even know how it's spelled. but the reaction from my cousin was... it's a duck.