Who's up for some curling?

Super-Moms
Matt and I have been trying to watch as much of the Winter Olympics as we can (are we the only ones?) this past week. One note of interest is the "sport" of curling. There's a pregnant competitor this year! Now, granted, curling is not exactly strenuous activity; however, it got me thinking about the myth of our delicate condition, and how tough we mommas-to-be really are. Here are some other notable sport feats accomplished by some preggos:
Margaret Court - reached finals of Wimbledon in 1971
Michelle Granger - pitched two games for the 1996 U.S. Olympic softball team
Alison Hargreaves - in 1989, climbed the 5,000 ft. North Wall of the Eiger in the Swiss Alps 
Jenny Potter - U.S. hockey player, played regularly for the Minnesota-Duluth ream in 2000 while pregnant.
While these women are very inspiring, mostly they just make me tired. I think I'll take a nap after this entry.

23 Weeks
This week was a quiet one on the baby front. Of course, gone are the early days where a few hours would go by and I would realize that I had forgotten I was pregnant for just a little while. No longer. Stairs are harder to climb, bending over is a pain, and my husband had to pull off my boots for me the other night, because it just seemed like an impossible task to accomplish at that moment. BC is making his presence known night and day, and I am having fun thinking about what kind of person I am growing inside. Is this what they call "baby on the brain" syndrome?
According to the reading, BC is the size of a large mango. De-lish! Also, he should be around 11 inches long. Crazy to think he's already half of what his birth length will be (well, assuming he's long like his dad)!