The Last Days of the Second Trimester

[26w5d]

Depending on who you ask, today is my last day in the second trimester. Some say I have another week. At this point, it really doesn't matter. We're in the home stretch. I have three months and two days until my due date.

Three months still feels like a long way off. I know it isn't, but when I consider how much hip pain I have (especially on my left side) and how hard the baby kicks, I can't imagine what the third trimester will bring. Also, last night was the first time I'd slept well in a week, due mostly to our kitten who spends her nights either sleeping directly on me (the other night I woke up and she was on my neck -- what the?) or is running around the house, playing with the blinds, or batting around the antenna on my clock radio. She doesn't understand that pregnant ladies need their sleep.

I had another appointment this past Friday and took the glucose test. My blood test had to be less than 135 and I'm proud to say it was a measly 97. Thankfully, sugar and me can remain friends. I also now have gained 22 pounds, teetering just under 170. Yikes. Pregnancy is beautiful but, frankly, the scale sucks. I don't understand, though, how the standard weight gain can be the same for some petite little 100 pounder and me, who is pretty solid and has always looked like I weigh less than I do. I keep telling Adam that I think I'll end up gaining somewhere around 40 pounds (5ish pounds more than recommended), and I'm okay with that. I eat when I'm hungry, I exercise a lot, and I like chocolate.

Lucky me, I will see many of my favorite people this coming week. Living so far away makes going home such a treat. Rochester, here I come.

Less Than 100 Days

[25w5d]

This past Sunday marked 100 days to go before Baby C's estimated arrival! And while I'm in New York next week, I'll make the switch to the third trimester!

It's been an uneventful week, babywise. My mom sent down a few gifts from our registry, so we have a few things for the baby, though still not much. It feels like we still have lots of time to get things together. I hope that's true.

Adam started classes again this week, and I have my evenings to myself. That should give me lots of time to get organized, if I'm ever not tired at the end of the day or what I want to do doesn't involve moving things. I'm not too worried. What more could a newborn need than a place to sleep, a dry diaper, and a pair of boobs?

I have a doctor's appointment on Friday and have to take the one-hour glucose test to find out if it's possible I have gestational diabetes. I desperately hope I don't. Chocolate has become a staple in my pregnancy diet.

Then, I'm bundling up and heading north on Wednesday. Thank goodness I'm not too big yet, or I might need a new wardrobe to handle the below freezing temperatures. Cold or not, I'm definitely looking forward to it!

25 Weeks

[24w5d]

In this picture, I'm fighting a cold. We fought all weekend, mostly on the couch with my eyes closed. Today, I feel better.

Adam said he though my belly grew this week, and it looks like he's right. It's hard to believe how big my belly might (and probably will get) in the next few months. Right now, it's a great size -- just big enough to be noticeable but not getting in the way of things. And I can still button my winter coat, which will be handy when I'm in New York in two weeks.

Friday morning, I had a bit of a scare that sent me to the doctor that afternoon. Everything is okay, though. Adam and I heard the baby's heartbeat and the doctor found an infection that I'm now treating with antibiotics. Then, I spent the weekend with this darned cold. Otherwise, I've been feeling great.

All I know is that being pregnant is hard. People see pregnant ladies and think they're all cute and full of life, which is true, but everything is changing and so fast -- it's hard to adjust. My body is different, I can't believe how much I weigh, when I lay on my back I get nauseous, I can't eat feta cheese or a turkey sandwich without feeling like the worst mother ever. But I keep reminding myself that I get to have a baby after all of this. A real baby.

I'm still flabbergasted.