Being a bad blogger, I took the weekend off. It was Morgan's birthday last week, so we went down to Monterey Bay. We stayed at Asilomar, which is beautiful, had an amazing dinner at a restaurant recommended by a co-worker, and sent two days at the aquarium watching fish and sharks and otters and seahorses and jellyfish. It was lovely.
There's not a lot going on in the baby growing arena right now. My primary baby book focused entirely on preterm labor this week, which is grim, so I won't share details with you. Og just continues to grow. One of my sources talked about how he's gobbling up all my calcium about now to get his bones stronger, so I made a point of stocking my work refrigerator with yogurt, since I don't tend to get nearly enough calcium on a daily basis.
Fun point of the week: This morning I saw my belly move for the first time. I had just finished putting away a load of clean laundry and plopped down for a minute to rest my back, and felt and saw Og's kick at the same time. I started laughing, so had to explain to Morgan what I was laughing about. He found it more amusing that I was lying there poking my belly waiting for it to happen again. Alas, it didn't. The froglet does not, apparently, perform on demand.