He won't be laughing long

My Husband thinks it's hilarious that my mom won't let me lift anything. I'm not sure that he's realised that at some point he'll have to lift things instead of her : p
I'm so glad that the 'easiest' part of the pregnancy is happening during summer. But, oh my god, it's sooooo hot! This morning I had a short burst of determination that I wouldn't let the baby keep me tired and tied to the couch all day. So I got the kitchen clean, the bathroom clean, the bed stripped and sheets washed, and some of the mountain of laundry done. Then promptly collapsed with heat exhaustion until 8 o'clock.
And when I look back on how I judged some of my friends for maybe milking their pregnancies a bit too much I feel soo ashamed. It really is tiring to grow a person!
I've been having serious trouble trying to visualise the baby, the diagrams of 'your baby week by week' are interesting, but hard to associate with a tummy that I can't even see under all my fat. So I've decided that since it's about the size of a baby mouse, I'm going to imagine a humanoid mouselet swimming around in there. Curiously, this made me feel a little bit closer to 'him'.
I've also decided that it's a him. I just have a feeling, although we both desperately want a little girl. I'm sure I'll love whoever comes out, but I don't quite know how to deal with little boys. I guess I'll learn quickly though!
I'm lucky that my Husband had twin brothers when he was a teenager. So he not only knows how to look after very small children, but he knows how to deal with litte boys (apart from still being a little boy himself).
And... and... and... stuff. I have so much that I want to think and talk about, but no one to outlet to so far. Hubby needs time to digest things, he always has. If I give him a few days to stew on it, then he'll probably have the next year mapped out and plotted with precision. Whereas I haven't had much success when I've pushed him to talk before he's ready. So... no talking for a few days.
Now I just have to find a GP to refer me to whoever it is that's supposed to poke me periodically and check that everything's ok. And checking whether I'm ok, and the babies ok, and that I didn't have some sort of faulty test and I've just imagine all the symptoms. Which is basically my secret horror, so I'd like to get to that GP as soon as I can.