People Suck.

This is going to sound very much like the "Today Sucks" post from August 9th, and for that I am sorry. But the truth is, people DO suck! I know it sounds horribly negative and misanthropic, but it's how I'm feeling right now.

Last night, Gus and I went to see a pre-season Chargers game (versus the 49ers! Yay!). The game itself was fine. I had never been to a professional football game before, and parts of it were very exciting. Getting to and from the game, however, was a bit of an adventure. Parking at the stadium is expensive, and we weren't going to be able to arrive early enough to get a decent spot. I didn't love the idea of having to hike through the giant parking lot while being almost 8 months pregnant. Instead, we parked at the mall and took the trolley to the stadium. It's much cheaper, and the trolley drops passengers off right at the front door. Perfect, right?

Wrong. Of course, we weren't the only ones with this brilliant idea, and the trolleys were absolutely jam-packed with people. We were squished in there like sardines. By the time we got on board, it was standing room only, and I started to freak out a little bit about my belly getting squashed. I could only reach one handhold, which also worried me because I haven't been too coordinated lately. I was hoping and praying that someone would offer me their seat (with my gigantic belly and all!), but NOBODY DID!!! I actually heard the man next to me ask his wife/girlfriend if it was okay for him to give me his seat... but apparently it wasn't, because the offer never came. I was fighting back tears as we started moving and I fought to maintain my balance.

The ride back was no better. Actually, it was probably worse, since everybody was drunk. We attempted to avoid a repeat performance by taking a cab, but we waited for nearly 45 minutes with no luck. Every cab that passed by was full. In the meantime, a fight broke out in the parking lot, right in front of us, and it scared me to death. People were drunk and throwing punches, and I couldn't get my belly away from there fast enough. What did the cops do about it? Nothing. They just STOOD and WATCHED (no kidding).

Anyway, when we finally got on a trolley to head back to the mall, it was the same story all over again. Forced to stand without anything to really hold onto. My feet were the most swollen I have ever seen them, my back was aching, and I was having some serious round ligament pain in my belly. I made eye contact with a number of people who were staring at me, and they just turned away and looked out the window. I finally got to sit down when a family got off the train, but I had to fight for it. Nice, huh?

So yeah... People suck. It's not like I have a real sense of entitlement about it. I don't walk around thinking that I should get special treatment just because I'm pregnant. I was just saddened and surprised that not a single person on either or two crowded trains would offer to give up their seat to a pregnant woman. It's depressing!!! We went to the game with some friends who are originally from Idaho, and they swear up and down that this selfishness is a California phenomenon. I have no idea whether or not it's true, but last night's experience combined with my mall experience have left a really bad taste in my mouth about the decency of humankind.

But after all that negativity, I will end on a positive note... While the strangers I have encountered recently have not impressed me, my coworkers rock. I firmly believe that every single one of them would offer up their trolley seat to a pregnant woman, under any circumstances. Every single day, they ask how I'm doing, make sure I'm resting and not running around too much, and offer to help me out in any way possible. Even the ones I don't know as well have been incredibly supportive and wonderful. Maybe it's just the nature of my job, but I feel incredibly lucky. So I can officially say that not ALL people suck!

Woe is Me

**WARNING: WHINING AHEAD!!**
Ok, I am finally reaching a point where I am ready to get this kid out, because I am so unbelievably uncomfortable! I never thought that simply rolling from one side to another while sleeping could become such a monumental chore, but it has. My belly feels stretched to its limit, and it's LUMPY! Sadly, it is no longer the smooth, rounded-basketball-belly that I once loved. If I rest on my back for a while, the lumpiness becomes especially pronounced. The doctor tells me that our little guy is head down (and has been for weeks and weeks), so it must be his little posterior sticking out up above my navel and slightly to the side. That particular lump is there all the time. The other lumps come and go as he shifts around and jabs me in various places. He's got to be running out of room in there! I feel like I am expanding rapidly, too, though I don't even know how it could be possible. My skin's elasticity is surprising (and still no stretch marks! *knock on wood*). A former student's mom came to visit me this morning, and observed that I looked significantly bigger than I did just last week. She wasn't being rude or anything, but it matched up with how I've been feeling (gigantic). The silver lining is that I am pretty much all baby belly-- I haven't gained much in other places-- so that's good.

Anyway... The discomfort sucks. Besides feeling stretched and lumpy, I cannot seem to find a comfortable sleeping position, and my heartburn has gotten out of control. I still get heartburn even if I haven't consumed any food or liquid for hours, and I'm standing up!! It's insane! Changing positions (from lying down to standing, or sitting to standing) requires a certain amount of momentum, and it causes the baby to shift around a bit (sometimes ending up in really uncomfortable positions for me). When I first get out of bed in the morning, both my hips crack and it takes me a minute or two to regain control of my legs. I have walked into our bedroom wall more than once because of this. My "pregnancy brain" symptoms have also increased. As I was checking homework this morning, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't heard our principal make her daily announcements over the loudspeaker, and I commented on it. The kids looked at me like I was nuts, because apparently she DID make the announcements. I even did the Pledge of Allegiance with them and everything. And you know what? I have ZERO recollection of this happening. It's a black hole in my mind. Scary, huh?

To top it all off, my back constantly aches and my calves are always sore from the Charley Horses that like to visit me in the wee hours of the morning. I have no energy by the time I get home in the afternoon, and yet I have trouble sleeping. It is making me very grumpy!

Ok, enough complaining (for now). Compared to so many people, I know that I have had an easy pregnancy up to this point, and that these aches and pains are par for the course. And they will definitely be worth it, when Nikos gets here! But for now... UGH!!!

Lucky (VERY)

Wow... what a horrible afternoon!!! Today was actually great, but when I got home from work to find that the front door of our house was wide open, I completely flipped out. Instead of pulling into the garage, I slammed on the brakes in the driveway, jumped out, and ran to the door... My first thoughts:

1. OH MY GOD what if Charlie (the cat) is gone???
   
2. Is there somebody in our house right now????
   
3. WHERE IS THE CAT???
   
4. Have we been robbed??
   
5. How did this happen??????????

The good news is that we were very, very lucky. As soon as I ran through the door, Charlie was right there (with his fur all bristled and his back arched). I did a thorough check of the house, and nobody was inside (other than me, Charlie, and our parrot, Corky). Even better, nothing appears to have been stolen. As soon as I saw Charlie, though, I picked him up and started crying. If you are an animal lover, you understand-- he is my baby! And he is purely an inside cat, so I was incredibly worried that he might have wandered out through the open door... and we have coyotes in the area... all these horrible thoughts were running through my mind. I couldn't believe he was still inside the house, with the door wide open!!! I guess he knows where his home is! I ♥ my kitty!!



Anyway... I quickly figured out what happened. The short story: Our front door sucks. You might think it's closed, but the only way to be sure is to use the deadbolt (which I always use). We hardly ever use the door, anyway, since we generally come and go through the garage. On a typical day, we generally only go out the front door to check the mail-- and I am usually the person to do this, since I am home first. Well... Last night, the mail came much later than usual, and it didn't arrive until after Gus had gotten home. He went to get the mail, came back in, closed the door, and locked the bottom lock (NOT the deadbolt). I guess it wasn't latched... It stayed closed all night, and was definitely still closed this morning, but I bet a breeze blew it open today (it doesn't take much). I have no way of knowing if it was open all day or for only a few minutes. I am just glad that everything is okay. Gus feels terrible, too... but I bet he'll remember to use the deadbolt from now on!

sigh... Times like these I really wish I could have a nice glass of wine!!!!!

First Week of School

The first week (well, the first three days) of school are over, and I am proud to say that I survived! Actually, I can honestly say that this was the best start I have ever had. For whatever reason, the chemistry just seems to be there with this class, and we clicked pretty well right off the bat. I also came to an interesting realization about this group of kids. For the first time, I have the younger siblings of kids from every year I have been at this school (this is my fourth year there)! I have two girls whose sisters were in my class last year, a girl whose older brother was in my class two years ago, and two girls whose older siblings were in my class three years ago. So that makes six sets of parents who I already know and (fortunately) have good relationships with. Add to that the eight or so GATE students that I have, and that's even more parents that I already knew well (as the GATE Program Coordinator at my school, I've known each of these kids since the day they qualified for the program). It really makes such a huge difference, knowing half the kids and their parents already! On the first day, instead of doing the whole meet-and-greet thing with the parents before school, it was like social hour in my classroom. They all just wanted to talk about the baby (and not about maternity leave, either- just the baby)!! It was such a great way to start the day, and I found that I was almost hyper when the kids first came in. Kori and I actually sat down this year and planned the heck out of the first three days, making sure that we alternated fun activities with the usual rules-and-expectations stuff. I just can't believe how well it went. I even got a couple of emails from parents telling me how their kids had come home so excited about this year, and that was a great feeling. I think I will definitely be able to make it to October with this group! :)

Vivid Dreams...

I'm not sure if this is caused by pregnancy, but I would guess that the bountiful hormones floating through my bloodstream are to blame for the super vivid dreams I've been having. You know the ones I'm talking about-- they seem completely real, and they stick with you all day long. Over the past few nights, I've had three of these, and they've been crazy! So if someone could please open up a dream dictionary and tell me what these mean, that would be great... :P

1. On Monday night, I dreamed that I was in labor and giving birth. This was taking place Tuesday (yesterday), the day before school started. The labor was super easy and pain-free (without meds, too). He just slid right out after two pushes. That part was great. However, this was definitely a nightmare... the whole time, I was panicking about missing the first day of school and getting a sub to teach my class... and my boss was still forcing me to take maternity leave until January, which would cost me a LOT of money. It was really weird... Kind of like a birth dream AND back-to-school nightmare, rolled into one.

2. Last night, I dreamed that I got home from work, and our front porch was absolutely COVERED with packages of all shapes and sizes. All filled with baby presents! This was a good dream. :) And understandable, since we've been getting at least one package pretty much every day for the past few weeks...

3. Here's the weirdest one: Last night, I dreamed that Gus and I were at an air show, though I don't recall seeing any planes or anything. The show itself was in a shallow valley, and we were sort of up on the hillside. At the bottom of the valley, there was some kind of very large structure-- like a parking structure, or a very complex freeway interchange with lots of tunnels. All of a sudden, a tanker truck filled with gasoline was somehow launched out of this structure and way up into the sky, where it collided with a helicopter and exploded. Flaming debris started raining down all around us, and everyone was screaming. Except me. I was just standing there, numb. Next thing I know, Gus is grabbing my arm and telling me that we should go down to the structure (whatever it was) to get a better view. But when we got there, it was like the whole scene had re-set itself. We were standing in the structure, trying to see the helicopter in the sky above, when the tanker truck came out of nowhere and started to chase us. Before it could run us down, something (a gas vent??) erupted below the structure and blasted the tanker into the sky (where it hit the helicopter and exploded all over again). Seriously, it was one of the weirdest and most vivid dreams I have ever had. But what on Earth could it mean??

Anyway... it's been a weird couple of days! I wonder what tonight will bring...?

Calling All Teachers!

Ok, my teacher-friends... I found the coolest thing today, and I am so excited!! I was going to make up a sort of Jeopardy game for my kids to play on Friday, based on the various rules and things we will have discussed by then. You know, something fun! Instead of going the old pocket-chart-and-index-card route, I thought I'd go high-tech and make a PowerPoint (since I have my whole computer/LCD projector setup). I started to work on it, and realized it would be a lot of work to make it look how I wanted it to. I wanted it to look like a real Jeopardy game! So I Googled it, and somehow managed to come up with this:
http://www.theindependentpublisher.com/framingham/math/jeopardy.ppt
It's AWESOME! All you have to do is download it, then you can go in and change the categories, questions, and answers. It's so simple, and somebody else has already done all the legwork! I can't wait to use this throughout the year! :)

In other news... I am officially 32 weeks today! I will post a new belly shot as a link in the right-hand column. I feel so gigantic and uncomfortable... but it freaks me out to think that this baby will be considered "full term" in only 5 weeks. HOLY CRAP! I had a nightmare last night that I had the baby TODAY (the day before school starts). I was panicking about getting a sub, getting lesson plans to them, etc. It was my typical "back to school" nightmare, but with a new twist. Eek!!!

Childbirth Class

I meant to write about this yesterday, but was thoroughly exhausted by the time we got home. I took an hour-long nap, and still ended up going to sleep early! I am not loving this third-trimester exhaustion so much. Anyway... Yesterday was the first day of our two-day Childbirth Preparation class! Today is the second day-- we have to leave in about half an hour. But I wanted to write about yesterday, since it was so interesting!

The class itself is incredibly boring. The entire morning portion consisted of watching videos of births and various medical interventions. There was a long discussion about anasthesia, which was somewhat interesting. But overall, the information presented was stuff that Gus and I already knew. The one thing that surprised Gus was how long women labor at home before they go to the hospital. I think he thought that you pack up an go at the first contraction, but that's not how it works. I'm supposed to wait until contractions are one minute long, five minutes apart, and have kept that pattern for at least an hour. To get to that point could take many, many hours!! So I think he was relieved to find out that we'll probably have some warning (unless my water breaks... which only happens about 13% of the time).

My favorite part of the class was the hospital tour, which took place after lunch. We basically went through the whole process of where to go once I go into labor, and now I feel so much more relaxed!! They pointed out where Gus will park the car when he brings me in, and where I will need to go first (Triage, second floor!). In Triage, they'll check me out (monitor contractions, etc.) and determine whether or not to admit me to Labor and Delivery (third floor!). We got to see the Labor and Delivery area, as well as the gigantic waiting room where all the anxious friends and relatives sit. :P Once I'm in a Labor and Delivery room, I will stay there until about an hour after the baby is born (through the "recovery" period), and then they'll move me to a post-partum room on the 5th or 6th floor. That's where people will be able to come and visit. It's really a great hospital. It's pretty huge but, at the same time, it feels cozy and intimate. Gus and I also checked out the gift shop, breastfeeding supply/resource shop, and the cafeteria. :) Oh, and I asked about parking, which was bothering me. The attached structure is expensive-- $20 a day! But patients and their immediate family members (this includes our parents!) can get their parking validated, and only pay $3 a day. I found this information to be extremely satisfying!! Hooray!

After the tour, we went back to our classroom and worked on some breathing techniques. It was hard not to laugh, honestly, looking around the room at everyone. We did get a few good ideas, but nothing earth-shattering.

Anyhow, that was yesterday! I have no idea what we're covering today, but I'm not exactly looking forward to it (yesterday felt soooooo loooooong!!). We'll see!

Traumatic Thoughts...

So today was my first PAID day back at work, which I guess means that I am officially tenured!!! That thought actually hadn't crossed my mind until this very second- how exciting! At any rate, we had to sit through a district-wide in-service training on the new writing program we've adopted. It was incredibly dull, but at least I had Kori there to keep me entertained. We were meeting by grade level at different school sites, so I was only with other 5th grade teachers from the district. Which means that Kori and I were the only people from my school (our school is one of the smallest ones in the district).

Anyway, today was Kori's first day away from baby Owen, who is now 8 weeks old (hard to believe!!!). She was really upset about it the entire time, even though Owen was staying at home with his grandma (Kori's mother-in-law). She kept pulling out pictures of him to look at, and calling home to see how things were going. That's when it hit me: That will be ME on January 6th, when I have to go back to work after my maternity leave!! She was having such a hard time-- I can only imagine what a wreck I'll be. The good news is that our little guy will be closer to 12 weeks old at that point, so I'll at least have some more time with him before going back. Still, it's going to be traumatic. And I'll have to bring my breast pump to work every day, and figure out a pumping routine. So much to think about... I haven't even HAD the baby yet, and already I'm worrying about leaving him with someone!!! :(

So yeah... that is what I got out of today (since the training was virtually useless). I also realized that my due date is exactly two months from today. He's going to be here before we know it!!!

Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho...

It's back to work I go! :P And now that I have typed that, I am probably going to have that song stuck in my head for days. sigh...

Anyway, yesterday was my first day back in my classroom, though I don't technically have to be back until Thursday. It's kind of nice, though, to come and go as I please. I wake up when I feel like it, take a shower, and eventually get to work. As of Thursday, it's back to getting up early and putting in regular hours. Boooo!!! :(

I've learned something about myself, however, in these past two days. I've learned that it's really hard to set up a classroom when you're pregnant, especially when the furniture has been moved all around (they steam-cleaned the carpets this summer). I've also learned that I am so used to being totally independent, but that I'm going to have to start asking for help more often. Luckily, our school custodian (Mr. Jim) is awesome! Right away, he found me and told me that he'd be very angry with me if he found out I was moving/lifting things that I shouldn't be, and that I should never hesitate to call him. The guy probably weighs over 250 pounds and is well over 6 feet tall, so I definitely don't want to make him angry! :P But it was really very nice. So he's spent at least an hour in my room so far, moving bookcases, tables, and heavy boxes back to where they need to be. And when I mentioned that I would really love a more comfortable teacher chair, he went right out and found me one! Seriously, he rocks. I also asked him if he could wrangle up a few more student chairs for me, and he did. The guy works wonders!! (Note to all of my teacher friends: it pays to be nice to the custodial staff. They will totally hook you up!!)

Anyhow... I now have a totally sweet setup in my classroom... I'll have to take a picture of it to show you how cool it is, but I will attempt to describe it: At the front of the room, I have a small table set up (with my comfy chair, woohoo!). I have a super-fast computer with internet access, which is hooked up to an LCD projector (located in front of my computer on a cart) and a DocuCam!!!!! The DocuCam is the COOLEST THING EVER!!! It's basically a video camera that aims down toward the table. Whatever I put underneath it is projected onto my pull-down screen via the LCD projector. It basically makes my old overhead projector obsolete, because I can put ANYTHING underneath it, and it shows up on the screen in full color and in real time! My school district has been buying a bunch of these (the newest schools have them in every classroom), but my school only has a handful... and I am one of the lucky recipients! See, being a nerd pays off, sometimes! :) At any rate, I had fun playing with it all morning. I can also switch it so that the LCD projector shows what I'm seeing on my computer screen. So I can show kids things on the internet, how to do research, how to use MS Word, etc. All from my little station at the front of the room. And considering how swollen my feet have been getting lately, I'm pretty psyched about being able to sit down at least some of the time. YES!!! :)
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Pics of my sweet setup (added on August 15):

  

Goodbye, Coordination

I have been awake for all of 20 minutes, and already I have managed to break a glass on the tile floor and spill OJ on the rug. If only the locations had been reversed-- cleanup would have been so much easier! :P As it was, the glass bounced several times on the hard floor, shattered into a million pieces, and spread EVERYWHERE. Thank God we have a shop vac!!! The OJ spill wasn't too bad, but coming on the heels of the broken glass, I was completely annoyed and *may* have uttered some choice expletives (baby, cover your ears!). I've read in my pregnancy books how women in their third trimester often get clumsy and are prone to accidents, but I have not believed it until now. I can't seem to do anything right these days! I practically flung the glass off of the kitchen island, right after I had set it down, and then I ran into a wall while walking with my OJ (and yes, it was PLAIN OJ!!!). I keep running into walls and doorframes and corners. Maybe I should start wearing a helmet and some padding???

Today Sucks.

That about sums it up. Today has been truly crap-tacular. I guess it actually started yesterday, when our sewer line backed up and both bathtubs were filled with disgusting waste-water that made me want to puke... Luckily, we got someone out to snake the line, so we shouldn't have that problem again for a while (the culprit? tree roots!). Still, I had to pee SO badly, and both toilets were backed up and the water was shut off... I thought I was going to die! I still don't know how I managed to make it as long as I did.

Fast forward to today... My parents were supposed to bring my grandma down to visit, since she's in town for my baby shower this weekend and has never seen our house before. I got up extra early to finish cleaning and make sure everything was perfect, only to get a call from my mom saying that Grandma wasn't feeling well, and that they weren't coming. I know that's not the sort of thing that can be helped, but I was still really sad. I was really looking forward to her seeing the house and meeting Charlie. She might come down tomorrow, if she's feeling better, but I was still upset about it.

The plan was that, when they arrived, we were going to drive to Gus' office, pick him up, and all go out to lunch someplace. So of course, Gus had no lunch, and we decided that I would come out and eat lunch with him- just the two of us. That was actually the best part of my day. We ate at Chipotle for the first time, and it was really good!!!

Then I decided to go to the mall and pick up a few things. It took me forever to find a parking spot and, when I did, it was close to Nordstrom but far from Crate & Barrel (the two places I was going). I did my Nordstrom shopping first, then trekked over to C&B. After I finished my shopping there, I began the hike back to the car... only to slip in something and practically do the splits right in the middle of the crowded mall. I caught myself such that the only part that hit the ground was my right knee (which hurts like heck), but it was surely a spectacular sight, with my bags flying all over the place and whatnot. And you know what??? Out of the huge crowd of people who saw it happen, ONE person actually asked me if I was okay. I mean I'm 7 months pregnant, and it's really obvious, and I make this dramatic fall in the middle of a crowded space, and ONE person asks if I'm okay??? I lost it at that point. I pulled myself together, dusted off, thanked the one man who helped me get my bags, and continued the hike through the mall. Trying. Not. To cry. I think it was a combination of hormones, the preceding events, the fact that the fall terrified me, and how people responded (or rather, didn't respond), but I just wanted to cry my eyes out. I forced myself to hold it all inside until I got to my car, but my nose was starting to run, my face was contorted, and my eyes were watering against my will... I barely made it. And then I cried for a good 15 minutes solid in the car, and then off-and-on my entire drive home.

So yeah... today sucks. I really couldn't stop crying, and I'm certain that's because of all the wonderful hormones. sigh... I think I need a nap...

Baby Update

So I had my appointment this morning (not yesterday!), and everything is looking fabulous! My total weight gain (according to the doctor) is 22 pounds, which is great. I think it's actually a little more than that, but I prefer their numbers! :) The kiddo is head down, which means that the hard, round thing I've been feeling in my side is his cute little butt! I was pretty sure it was a butt to begin with, but now I know for sure. My belly is measuring 30.5 centimeters, which is right on track(the centimeters should roughly match up with the number of weeks-- 30 weeks = 30 centimeters). Last but not least, his little heart is pumping away at about 152 beats per minute. He's just an awesome little fetus! (but we already knew that!) :)

On a side note... I asked my doctor why the cuts and bruises on my legs are taking so long to heal. Between various home improvement projects and playing with Charlie the psycho-cat, I am pretty banged up (this is pretty typical for me... I bruise like a peach!). I had noticed that there is a scratch on my leg that has been there for probably three months now, and figured I'd ask about it. Well, I learned something new! Pregnancy can actually have an effect on your immune system, slowing down the platelet response to the site of an injury. Additionally, the placenta is producing so much estrogen, etc., that it affects the pigmentation of your skin. So even if a wound is healed, it might still appear pink/discolored for that reason. Sure enough, the scratch on my leg is, in fact, healed... it's just pink-looking (different from a scar- I have enough of those for comparison!). I thought that was really interesting. I hope the coloration goes back to normal when the kiddo gets here!!

Oops!

I have always taken great pride in my ability to be on time to various things, or even early if necessary. But today, I truly outdid myself! Not only was I early for my doctor's appointment, but I was an ENTIRE DAY early! Yeah... Pregnancy Brain strikes again! I am such a moron!

The good news is that this gives me plenty of time to run the errands that I had planned on taking care of tomorrow. And, just so you all know, today is the 7th, not the 8th. This concludes my public service announcement.

Why I Couldn't Take a Nap Today...

And actually, this is just the tip of the iceberg... He can really get going in there! He is getting so much bigger and stronger already... I can only wonder what kind of internal bludgeoning the next few weeks will bring (yikes!).

For the record: I was sitting perfectly still. All you would normally see is my belly rising and falling as I breathe... clearly, the baby has other ideas!

P.S. Like my soundtrack?? I was having too much fun... I figured it would be more interesting than listening to the TV in the background. :P

Moo

"Yeah, it's like a cow's opinion. It just doesn't matter. It's moo." Haha!! After typing the subject of this post, this line was the first thing that popped into my head. I'll give you a cookie if you can tell me which TV show I have spent way too many hours of my life watching! :P

Anyway... I just got home from spending the night at my parents' house, since Gus is on a business trip to Tennessee and I felt in need of some pampering. This morning, after breakfast, I went along with my mom while she ran errands, and she convinced me that I needed to go look around inside Babies R Us (hehe!). Immediately, we were both drawn to all the cute little Halloween costumes that they have out now. Of course, our little guy will not be going trick-or-treating this year, since he will (most likely) be a newborn of the newest variety. Most of the costumes started at the 3-6 month size, anyway. But then my mom found the cow, I mean bull costume (no udders... you know how it is), and we couldn't help ourselves! It was in size 0-3 months, and was super cute. It has a little tail in the back! So even if he won't have any big Halloween plans this year, I figure I can at least dress him in it and take his picture. And it was only $10. So, to summarize: my fetus has a Halloween costume. hehehehehe!!!!! I love it! :)