28 Weeks

I've made it to the final stretch - the third trimester. I go back and forth between feeling like I've been pregnant forever and feeling like the second trimester flew by. I feel pretty good, other than the normal aches and pains from storing extra bulk in the belly region so I can't complain too much.

I think the most frustrating part for me has been the development of the dreaded "pregnancy brain." I'm used to being organized and having my system, especially at work, and I'm finding that I need to fine tune it more because I forget routine things. And it's not just work. I've now been to the grocery store twice only to discover when I got home to cook something that I'm missing a key ingredient. I check the receipt, and sure enough I bought it. I just misplaced it somewhere between paying for it and bringing it home. I mean can't these kids have mercy on the poor pregnant lady and yell out to her that she forgot a bag? I suppose it's possible that they do call after me and I'm just so far gone in lala land that I don't even hear it. My friend Jessica suggested wearing a t-shirt that says something to the effect of, "I'm pregnant. Please make sure I load all my bags in the cart before walking away. Thank you." It's really not a bad idea.

Enough about me. We may have finally come up with a name for the little guy but Kenny is not ready to commit just yet so I won't post it here. I'll just tell you that it starts with a B so the middle name can't be an initial or start with J for fear of playground bullies who find it amusing to make fun of a poor kid just because his initials spell out BUG or BIG or BAG... you get the idea. Not that my kid would stand for any of that nonsense. He will surely be a devastatingly handsome, strong willed, genius child with his mommy's fondness for organization (I need someone on my side here to help Daddy along with this idea of finding a place for things).

Below is a picture of my sexy six pack, er I mean keg, at 28 weeks, 3 days.

25 Weeks

My stomach doesn't look like it's getting any bigger, which I suppose is a good thing considering I've still got 3 months of girth to acquire. My faithful blog readers will be happy to know that my BM troubles seem to have passed for now. I've graduated to jump-out-of-bed-and-fall-on-the-floor leg cramps instead. If I had to pick one over the other, I suppose I prefer the leg cramps.

The little bean is getting more and more active. Saturday morning I laid in bed for an hour just watching in awe as my stomach jerked around. He couldn't decide where he wanted to settle in for his next nap so he tried out a few different spots. He still likes to be nice and low, snuggled up right next to (or on top of) my bladder.

I have my next OB appt next Thursday. Just a regular torture-fest that starts with me trying desperately to pee in a cup rather than all over my hand (aiming is pretty much impossible at this point). Next I get to be weighed - awesomeness. Then the fun part where I get to listen to his heartbeat. The thingamabob that she uses to listen to his heartbeat (a doppler, I guess?) actually has some interference so you can hear a radio talk show. Makes it sound like there's a whole bunch of people in my stomach. Pretty funny. Anyway, about two weeks after that appt I have to go for my GD test (glucose tolerance to test for gestational diabetes). At that point I'll be 28 weeks and my appointments will be every two weeks instead of every four weeks. That makes me happy because I'll get more frequent reassurance that everything is fine in there.

Anywho, below is a picture of my belly we took yesterday. Looks pretty much the same as the last one we took three weeks ago.

25 Weeks 2 Days