Is the honeymoon over?

I woke up this morning with THE WORST back pain.  And with my text-book 32-inch lump holding court in the middle of my abdomen, I was not able to stretch the pain out in the manner that I needed to.  In fact, even attempting to stretch out the aches and pains resulted in my body doing a non-barfing version of the dry-heaves.  I'm not sure if that makes any sense but it's the only thing I can think of to describe what happened.  I took a 20 minute shower (I feel better about that when I remind myself that I'm not a native Oregonian) which seemed to help things a little bit.  I'm still waddling though and I'm not happy about the waddle.

My son is also at the point in his development where my womb is too small for him to delicately and oh-so-adorably move around in.  This morning I watched (semi-horrified) as a small lump (I assume it was a hand or something similar) traveled from my upper abdomen to my hip.  For the uninitiated, pop The Mummy into your DVD player and watch the scene where the stone scarab comes to life, buries itself into Jonathan's hand and travels up his arm.  It looked a little bit like that.  Don't get me wrong, I like the movement, it's super fun and all, but yesterday he kicked my large intestine hard enough to make me fart.  Luckily, I was at home where, baby or no baby, that kind of stuff happens all the time.

I also want to know why the nesting kicks into high gear while I'm at work.  I want to make cloth napkins!  I want to vacuum!  I want to dust every surface in our home!  I want to bake molasses cookies and chocolate chip cookies!  I want to fold laundry!  I want to rearrange furniture!  I want to scrub the grout in our shower with a toothbrush and non-toxic cleaning solutions!

But I'm at work.  At my desk.  Waiting for emails to fill my inbox, clients to call and applications to be signed so that I might have something to do with all of this extra purpose running through my veins.