Ow. My hips hurt. I think this is sciatica and I don't think much of it. Bouncing on the exercise ball makes it stop, but I can't do that all day.
[Urgh. George Bush is on the Olympics. Bring back the gymnasts. I can't listen to him.]
Otherwise the baby continues to seem more docile than the previous incumbent, and I continue to unreasonably feel as if it's a girl. Gotta get over that. Unless I don't. It really doesn't kick much, just a poke here and there to remind me that it's along for the ride.