I just read about a university professor who believes blogging, emailing and instant messaging will increase the overall writing skills of teens. He states that short cuts such as "u" instead of "you" don't matter as much as the fact that the person actually sits down to write. Considering the AIM conversations I've had with younger folks, I'm just not sure this can be true.

However, as I sit here, typing away, I do wonder whether blogging will make me a better writer. Better to write than to not, I suppose.

On to other matters: for a while, I could forget that I was pregnant. My belly swell was small enough to still allow me residence in my favorite pants. I couldn't feel anything really going on inside -- just the occasional flutter. I didn't wake in a panic because I wound up sleeping on my back.

Now, however, none of my favorite clothes fit. So, I spend each morning trying to figure out whether a shirt makes me look pregnant, or just fat. I'd like to look hip, but am also afraid of spending what little money we have on something that will only fit my burgeoning belly for a mere two weeks.

I definitely can feel the little being growing inside me now. It's like having someone tap you with their fingers ONLY FROM INSIDE! It is quite bizarre in the sense that the somebody tap-tapping will soon come squalling and hollering from within in a mere 4 months. I have a tiny person INSIDE ME. It's now finally sinking in that this baby has it's own needs, wants and moods from the get go. No waiting til birth, folks. This kid controls my body now. I'm like an incubation station on auto-pilot. Meagan has left the building...meet our new Megamom 2004!

As for sleep, I feel as though I don't get any. Guess how they tell pregnant women to sleep after their fifth month? Left side, pillow between the legs. Back sleeping is a no-no. Right side sleeping is okay. So, now I get to snuggle up with a pillow betwixt my knees on my not-so-comfortable left side. I wake up perhaps twenty times a night either on my back or on the right, in panic mode because I wonder if I'm cutting off blood flow to the baby (that's supposedly what back sleeping does).

And so the mommy-dance continues. I'm sure my fixation with pregnancy will blossom into utter infatuation with the child after birth. I can't wait!