I Don't Really Want A Bedpan....

First of all. I don't want a bedpan. Do I think it would be nice to not have to walk to the bathroom six times a night to pee? Yes. Would it make it easier for me to have a restful night's sleep? Yes. Would it be less disturbing to my precious fiance who wakes up everytime I close the bathrrom door? Yes.
After I jokingly suggested I wanted a bedpan, Adam got all crazy and started yelling "no, no, no!". I then told him about how Paul McCartney wouldn't let Heather Mills have a bedpan, instead forcing her to hop on one leg to the bathroom in the middle of the night. She has now won $50 million in their divorce settlement. I'm just saying....
AND, I'm sorry, but I don't see any difference between peeing in the shower in the morning and peeing in the shower at night. Pee is pee and a shower is a shower, no matter what time of day it is. Luckily, though, our toilet is fixed and our bathroom no longer smells like the men's bathroom at Earlywine Park. Don't ask me how I know that.

Alright, that's enough pee talk for awhile.

So, although my child's father will not allow me to keep a piss pot next to the bed, as well as criticizes me for finding alternative uses for our shower, he is still the sweetest person I know. Case in point, he bought me a gift certificate for a pregnancy massage at a spa close to our apartment. So, this morning he drove me to the spa, where I had an incredibly relaxing, one hour massage while he sat in the car, reading Rolling Stone. Afterwards we went to the pet store to buy crickets for our turtle, Lloyd. Lloyd hasn't had crickets before, and we were excited to watch him catch them and eat them. Well, I think instead of giving Lloyd a good time, we caused him to go insane. He has spent the past five hours running back a forth in his cage, banging his head against the glass and plopping himself in the middle of his water dish. I think they were acid laced crickets. We are watching him carefully.

Today is also the first day I wore maternity clothes. They arrived just in time. My mom sent me some really cute clothes from MiMi Maternity, that I received yesterday. It's very strange looking in the mirror and seeing a pregnant belly. It literally grew overnight, and it's not slowing down. Maybe, one of these days I'll be brave enough to take a belly picture and post in on here....but, um, not yet. Like Megan said, pregnant bellies freak me out.

I am officially 15 weeks today. Almost to the halfway point! I was curious as to what the baby looks like now, so I looked up pictures of 15 week old fetuses and this is what I found:




So crazy!!


By the way, last night Adam and I were leaving Trader Joe's when we passed by a Greenpeace employee holding a clipboard. He asked us if we had a few minutes to hear about Greenpeace and instead of just saying "no, thanks" as we kept walking, Adam looked the guy in the face and said "no, you dirty hippie!!!"

So, I may pee in the shower past the seemingly acceptable hour of 10 am, but at least I'm not about to bust a cap in a hippie's ass.