my bladder is not a bagpipe

So the kidlet has gone from simply sitting on my bladder to doing some other movement that feels like it's actively squeezing my bladder.

Friends, this is not comfortable.

The sitting is one thing. That's just constant pressure, and I've learned to deal with it and ignore the constant "need" to go to the bathroom. The squeezing makes the whole thing more urgent. It's like the baby's trying to wring out my bladder. Physically impossible? Yes. But that's what it feels like.

In other news, I'm late with the belly photo this week. We were running around on Saturday (with a three-hour infant first aid class, which was incredibly mediocre) and then we were in Maine from Sunday into Monday. I'll try to post one later this evening.

The first aid class was led by this ditzy nurse who was straight out of 1985. She had the big curly hair and light green eye shadow to match her shirt. She was a bit slow and then (for me at least) completely discredited herself by proclaiming that shaking baby powder on your baby causes asthma. (Yeah, actually causes. It wasn't "could cause" or "may lead to" -- it was an absolute -- the first time you shake powder on that baby, they're going to get asthma.) The most useful things they covered were things that we had already learned in the infant CPR class. We did get to have fun wrapping ace bandages on each other and giggling at the video, where the same girl who was epileptic also fell and broke her wrist. It wasn't a total waste of time, but it was close.

Anyway, the class was about 25 people, mostly first-time pregnant couples, with two nanny-types, and a belligerent Spaniard in his mid-40s. Fernando was there because his wife, who's a doctor, made him come. "I don't touch the baby," he said. That was the nanny's job.

Amongst the 15 or so pregnant ladies there, only 3 of them were pregnant with girls. Seems like there's a lot of boys going around these days.