I just ate some string cheese and made my mouth taste like I just devoured a beach ball.
Thinking I had maybe eaten some expired cheese, I headed to my trusty, bedrest companion, The Internet, to read about the many ways expired cheese can hurt my baby.
If you have not been pregnant during the age of the internet, you will not have discovered the intense fear and panic a single mouse click can evoke. After googling various topics like "cheese and pregnancy", "dangers of string cheese on unborn babies" and "does cheese taste like plastic because I am pregnant?" I decided that it was time to restrict myself from Google and all of it's tales of horror.

Today is 32 weeks and 2 days and for the next week I am on "non-official bedrest".  I believe this is the greatest thing known to mankind.  Now instead of waking up early, slaving away at work, schleping home, making dinner and doing chores, I am required (yes, required) to stay home, sleep when I want, eat when I want and pee when I want (if you are a teacher you will understand that this is a luxury).  The only downside?  Feeling overwhelming guilt watching Michael go off to work in the morning as I burrow further under the covers.