14 (?) weeks left and counting (count faster, damn it!)

So, since I'm getting closer to d-day....just had some thoughts on how this is all calculated. Why don't we count this in some other way? Like pay periods...yeah, I like that one...instead of 40 weeks break it down into 20 biweekly cycles since this is how most people get paid....20 pay periods to go broke buying baby gear....or 20 pay periods until you can kiss your life savings goodbye (I'm being funny, here...of course I don't think about it this way...but you can bet your sweet ass my poor hubby might be at this point in time :) he he).
40 weeks just seems like a loooooong time when you're at the very beginning. O, and somewhere around the middle (not that middle, as in the one that keeps expanding...well, okay, maybe) because somewhere around the middle you start realizing that your whole life is pregnant. And. you. just. can't. wait. to. not. be. any longer.
In sales we like to take big goals and break them down into bite size digestible chunks. Like Snickers minis. Mmmmm...love me some Snickers minis. Why can't they do that with gestation? I guess, the trimester "system" had this in mind. But really, trimesters remind me of school, or better yet, how much shit can we shove into a nine month period. I digress, pregnancy is a bit like that, though isn't it? Somewhere around month 6 though I think your brain actually stops retaining when you're in school, and you just puke back up what they shove in to get through that last trimester and pass. Pregnancy...it just keeps getting crammed in there....in my ribs, in my bladder, sometimes after I eat I feel it creeping back up my esophagus. We won't even discuss what is happening to my once B cup sized boobs, there's no way those are getting crammed anywhere but in a bigger bra. Oy.