Monday marked the beginning of the third trimester. Ok, the beginning of what I consider the 3rd trimester anyway. December 5th is 3 months before March 5th. But as I discussed with Scott, pregnancy math is strange.
So far so good. I had some issues sleeping last week and for the most part, that seems to have died down for now. I have been waking up every day some time around 6:15 (right about sunrise), but it's nice to lay in bed even if I can't fall back asleep.
I'm not swollen at all yet! Yes! Although I realy think a lot of that has to do with the weather. But between not being swollen and working out this pregnancy, I keep having people tell me that I don't look pregnant except for the belly. That is amazing, given how big I got everywhere last time. It's really nice to be "that annoying skinny girl who ate a basketball"... at least, sorta. I'm not that skinny and my belly isn't quite that round.
My lap is rapidly disappearing. I feel really bad for Scott, since he still really likes mommy time sitting on my lap reading books or watching TV. It's much less comfortable now.
I have one friend who gave birth at just over 27 weeks (which is where I am this week), and her baby was fine, but among other things, he needed heart surgery and he was in the hospital for 2+ months! You read statistics about how babies born after a certain week have X chance of survival, but I'm glad I know one so that I understand that survival takes a lot of medical intervention. Not that I have shown any signs of early labor (although I am having the occasional braxton hicks contraction). And Scott was born on his due date. But if this kid decided to come a week or two early, that'd be just fine with me. I am still dreading a leap day birthday. That just seems like a bummer.
In any case, all is well.
Days to go: 88