pregnant lady hos- 18 weeks 0 days- hey lapis, check out the fertility doll

My mom wanted a belly photo so I decided to try my hand as a maternity lengerie(sp?) model.

I don't think it's my calling, as i quickly tired of it and called off the papparazzi.

I don't know how it happened. Two weeks ago I was worried because I had only gained one pound, and although I could see the belly nobody else really could. Even though i had been eating like a crazy hungry pregnant lady for a couple of weeks. Then suddenly I gained almost four pounds in four days- all in the belly, and now I can only wear my fat day jeans (the two that I still have from when I weighed 30 pounds more than now which would be 35 pounds more than my pre-pregnancy weight). What's up with that? Umm the book reccommends a slow and steady weight gain.
So I have made some serious decisions:
1. I'm not going to weigh myself anymore. I really don't need the stress of first freaking that there's no gain, and then freaking that I'm gaining too fast. I'll just let the docs weigh me at my visits and then they can tell me if the overall picture looks good or bad.
2.I'm not having an amniocentesis, the bean is fine just the way it's meant to be. I have spent too much time loving this baby, not to mention overcoming the hormonal hell it dragged in with it, to abandon it for any reason anyway. Why do they do these tests so late?
3.I'm having the baby at hospital. I had an interview with the head midwife and she was way cool. The hospital policies as explained to me are truly progressive and awesome. They'll let me bring in my music- and crank it up. I was assured that i will be the reigning queen of my labour, and post delivery. I've got a really good feeling about this. It's going to be great! The decor is pretty sterile aweful, but i think i can live with that if it means saving 1000+.
On the downside, my home is still half way. Half way organized, half in boxes. Half way remodeled, half in progress. This causes me alot of stress, which makes me cranky.
Due to the remodeling I am running out of spaces where I can organize our things in boxes. This is making me unable to sew and do some of the other things that help me feel calm and centred. As a result i often feel insecure, and anxious. I take this out on my man by asking him a lot of pointed naggy questions, which makes him cranky.
So we're currently in a kind of cranky spiral, that I am trying to break. But it's not helping that it rains all afternoon so I'm trapped inside and the laundry never dries and they're doing street work just outside the windows with a lot of loud pounding noises. And I generally dislike fall and pass through a mourning process when it begins because it feels like a kind of death to me. So the crying jags that I thought I was finished with have made a comeback. I was worried a couple of days ago that I might be getting depressed, but then after considering all the factors I think the crying jags are more like a stress escape valve than anything.
And for Lapis-

this is the much sought after fertility statue. So you can try the photo by the bed if you want.