I’m officially in my third trimester. WHOA. How in the HELL did THAT happen? Seems like just yesterday I was moaning and whining from the couch about how sucky the first trimester is, and here I am, ready to moan and whine (and grunt and sweat) my way through until the end of this trimester.
Pregnancy is so beautifully full-circle, right?
Anyway! I had my 28-week checkup yesterday. All is going well with Baby Dude. He’s growing just as he should and getting STRONG with those kicks, holy moly, I think I have bruises after today’s 6-hour Zumba class he held in my belly. I passed my glucose test last week (LAST TIME I HAVE TO DRINK THAT GROSS ORANGE DRINK WOOHOO!) and my blood pressure is nice and low. I had a little bit of swelling the past few days, but when I mentioned it to the doctor, he was unconcerned at this point. And honestly, so am I. I DO miss my rings and my hand feels naked, but not wearing them is better than needing them to be cut off at some point because I have big, fat sausage fingers. I think the swelling this week was from a very busy few days and too many meals out (chips and salsa and tacos and pizza and… yeah. PUFFY PREGNANT LADY.)
The doctor DID have the balls to mention that I had a big jump in weight gain since my last appointment (one month ago) and that I should make sure just to make healthy choices and snack on fruits (which give me heartburn) and veggies and whole grains and then I punched him in the face. Nicely. And came home and ate some pie. (For the record, MY scale says I’ve only gained 16 pounds. So that doctor scale is on crack or something. Plus I was wearing shoes. Or whatever. PFFFFT.)
But overall, we’re both doing well. Ask me at any given moment, though, and you might get a different answer. Like if I just carried a basket of laundry up the stairs. Or tried to tie my shoes. Or had to go grocery shopping and carry four armloads of groceries up the basement steps. Not only will I be out of breath, but I’ll probably be a little cranky and annoyed. Look. I KNOW I have easy pregnancies in the grand scheme of things. I have no history of crazy complications, my nausea goes away by week 13 or so, and my babies come out healthy and happy. And I really do try not to complain! I try to focus on the fact that my body is able and willing to do this amazing thing! But the day-to-day pregnancy stuff just tends to get very very old by week 30ish, doesn’t it? It’s nature’s way, I suppose. It forces us to actually look FORWARD to the pain and destruction (because lo, there is DESTRUCTION, my friends!) of labor and childbirth. Like, I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE ME NOT BE PREGNANT ANYMORE GGGAAAAAAH.
I’m not there yet, don’t worry. I have 12-ish weeks left. I’m guessing in another 6 weeks or so, I’ll hit that wall. For now, I’m just trying to rest when I can and use the bursts of energy I get to tackle the various projects my brain insists the baby cares about. Like an organized office! And new pictures in the frames on the living room walls! And whatever other mess I come across that needs to be dealt with! (I’ve discovered that my version of nesting this time is PURGING. EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. GET IT OUT OF MY HOUSE.) We also have the girls’ bedroom to deal with next week. Their bunkbed comes on Tuesday so this weekend we’ll rearrange things to make room and next week… they’ll be sharing a room. Then I’ll start de-butterfly-ing Audrey’s old room to make it His. (I’ve got some fun plans! I can’t wait!)
We still have no name for this little guy, but the list is getting smaller. I don’t think we’ll decide 100% until he’s born, and I doubt we’ll share much about our ideas beforehand. Maggie has been helping us a little bit with eliminating names from the list, which is kind of fun! She was too young to really understand things when I was pregnant with Audrey, but this time she is VERY excited and talks about her baby brother all the time, and how she’s going to help snuggle him and play with him and she cares about what his NAME will be. She even came with me to the doctor yesterday and got to hear his heartbeat, and she loved it. Audrey hasn’t a clue what’s going on, but that’s okay :)
So. That’s where we are! I’m still working quite a bit, but it is slowly winding down, I think. A few more projects to finish up, hopefully within a month or so, and I’ll be able to relax a bit until the baby comes. And maybe even TRY to enjoy those last precious days of having my last baby tucked safely inside my body. I’ll be taking the summer off of work as well (three kids in daycare while school is out, ARE YOU KIDDING ME HAAAAAA?!!) so it will be a nice, long break from work with my last sweet baby. And his two big sisters.
I’m kind of getting excited, you guys. And not just because I can’t reach my feet anymore.