Just ate half a snickers on my deadhead between Panama City and Cancun. The sugar has woken her up. She’s dancing about, kicking her arms and legs with chocolate joy. Regardless of this junk food, I think I’m still hiding my pregnancy remarkably well; a little baggy top is all it takes. My days however, are obviously numbered. But as it stands right now, I’ve had no offers from strangers to help me put my bags in the overhead bins or give up their seats on public transport.

I am now 25 weeks pregnant, or 6 months. It’s been months since my last post! Between teaching, flying and rubbing my belly, I’ve done very little documenting. But now I’m not just a bad blogger, but a bad mother! Isn’t part of writing all this down so my son/daughter read this later in life? Let the parenting guilt begin!

I try to picture a little boy running around, but it doesn’t feel right. My ‘maternal instincts’ say it’s a girl, but that might just proof of my single-minded personality. Instincts can be wrong I guess but my gut is saying otherwise.

Overall, this pregnancy’s been a breeze (where’s the wood?). Other than a bit of nasal congestion that seems to have cleared up, I’m feeling fine. Starting to feel a bit heavy, a bit of tossing and turning at night, but other than that, I’ve got energy. Went to pre-natal yoga last week for the first time and after ten minutes, wished I’d started earlier. It took me about 5 minutes before I using my towel to wipe my face of tears. I’ve always found yoga a bit of a mental trip, so I guess I shouldn’t be shocked that it would make me well up. Goddamn Tim Hortons ads make me cry. But it’s nice to have that energy focused so I’m going to try my best to attend as many classes as possible.

From now on, I will try to be a better blogger and a better mother and at least post once a week. Goodnight from Cancun with a belly full of shrimp quesdilllas and a craving for a coke that I will resist with all my will. The mini-bar prices are just ridiculous.