So I've officially hit the halfway point in my pregnancy. While I think it is an innately uncomfortable state, I'm pretty pleased with how things are going. The tests are back and the ultrasound and everything indicates that I am carrying a healthy tiny human. It's gotten to the point that I can feel it squirming around inside, which feels nothing like the butterflies that all the books claim, but much more like what it is, someone is poking me from the inside. It's very novel. Despite being warned many times over that my balance is compromised, I've yet to fall and every time I stumble and catch myself I often let out a triumphant "ha!", clearly decades of modern dance and martial arts trump stereotypes of clumsy pregnant women.