Classroom Distraction

The internet is the classic law school distractor. After the first week of 1L year, when everyone has given up the valiant effort to not look at the internet during class, it's almost impossible to make it through an hour without checking email, or people.com (or if you're feeling especially mentally engaged, cnn.com or wsj.com). Given that I now spend more time reading blogs than reading casebooks (omg, that just hit me), I always assumed the biggest distraction of the semester while pregnant would be the internet.
So far, I can pay attention except when Uno starts kicking and doing gymnastics during class... I feel like my whole mid-section is going to explode, and then I start seeing it out of the corner of my eye. I start wondering if everyone around me is looking at my stomach and thinking that the baby might rip his way right through my skin. Then I find myself staring at my stomach in case I catch a particularly big kick (because it looks so creepy!).
As distracting as it is to feel the incessant kicking, it's 50 times worse if he's not kicking. At the end of last week, there were about two days where he barely moved at all (or at least it seemed that way). I, of course, started freaking out and wondering if I should call my doctor. But right when I would work up the strength (a.k.a. find the time) to call, I would feel the faintest movement. But then I would worry that it wasn't as strong or frequent as before. I know that at some point in the pregnancy, you are supposed to call the doctor and report this kind of stuff... but I'm still in the second trimester and I am not sure it's really necessary now. Plus, I haven't had any problems or complications yet, so I just always assume everything is probably fine. Regardless, it obviously ended up fine this time, because he's as active as ever. For those few days though, I would sit in class and try really hard (and fail) to keep my hands off my belly, hoping I would feel some kicks. It's all I could think about while I was sitting there.
So anyway, I have a love-hate relationship with feeling the baby kick.

As a side note, my belly is also growing exponentially each week. I really hate when people make comments about it, and so far I have staved off any attempts to touch my belly, but the most annoying part is finding clothes to fit over it. I can still wear some of my normal shirts that happened to be longer, but even those are starting to get dangerously close to showing skin above my sexy, elastic waistbanded pants (which I also hate ... they DO NOT make maternity pants for tall women, or women who don't like ugly pants). The good thing is, my belly size is completely unrelated to my weight in my mind. To be honest, I don't weigh myself and don't really care about the number on the scale ... I haven't worked out once since the beginning of May, and have eaten whatever the hell I want to, although that's not usually junk food ... I never really thought I would be able to control how much my body gains while pregnant (especially after hearing several stories from friends, doctors and my mom, I think it's mostly a matter of genetics). I also haven't had the time or energy to focus on that, and I think that helps keep me sane. What makes me crazy is the thought of having to buy more ugly maternity shirts and/or sweaters!