Third

Third trimester, that is.

It's here. I can't believe it. This is going by too quickly.

I still feel pretty good. I've noticed an uptick in Tums consumption, I'm a little extra tired, my back hurts at night, and suddenly my work desk chair that has always been perfectly fine has started being uncomfortable (for my rear, not my back). Otherwise, no major complaints.  Oh! And restless leg.  Other than THAT, no major complaints.

My rate of weight gain has really picked up over the past couple weeks, but I'm still within the rough guidelines my doctor gave me.  I already have concerns about having a huge baby (please see Fella's birth weight of 10 lbs 12 oz) so I have been trying not to gain too much. 

I still haven't done the nursery.  It has always seemed we have had plenty of time, and now I'm suddenly quite anxious about it. Fella promises we will take care of it over Memorial Day weekend.  We need to paint furniture and put the crib together and move some non-baby stuff out of her room.  

I'm losing interest in work altogether.  Not a good sign for how well I'll be able to focus when she's here. Being a stay at home mom is not something I ever thought I'd be able do-- my whole life, I just assumed I would always work, and it's not still not anyone's first choice for our finances.  But considering how every morning I always wish I could stay home with Max and the kitties I can only imagine it will be worse when it's an actual human baby...

Otherwise life is just moving along... sometimes I feel like we're just sitting on the tracks and a train's coming through.  In 81 days. Give or take. 

Fail

Well.  I am a complete failure at even the blogging once a week thing. Remember when I posted multiple times a day? 

Anyway, I guess though there is a lot to tell, there's not much to tell.  Pregnancy is going smoothly, I am incredibly lucky in that regard.  My back hurts a little, yeah yeah, and pooping would be nice, but whatever.  I'm just along for the ride here, and it's not been a bumpy one.  We've chosen a doula, we take our babymoon this week, baby bedding has been delivered (though not unpacked, because the crib is still not put together and there is still a guest bed in the baby's room) and things are moving right along.  I can't believe that I'm almost done with my second trimester.  The time has gone really quickly.  And I don't want it to.

I like being pregnant (for the moment, I know, the third trimester will be different, especially the end, but I like it for now). I'm not anxious (way less than during wedding planning), I'm not physically uncomfortable, strangers smile at me in public, other attorneys are unusually nice to me, my friends and co-workers are overly accommodating when it comes to carrying things/taking the only chair/choosing the restaurant...I've gained exactly along the weight guidelines my doctor gave me at the beginning, I passed my glucose screen with flying colors, the baby is measuring right and kicking right and and doing EVERYTHING right so far (thank you God); I am pretty good at this pregnant thing.  I am a pregnancy ROCK STAR.  This thing, I got it handled, at least so far.  Now, when she comes OUT, that part will not be so easy to master, so can't she just stay in there? 

Oh Boy

It's a girl. :)

Funny, I spent the past four months convincing myself that a boy would be okay, boys are as awesome as girls, boys are BETTER than girls, that by the time I found out it was a girl I was confused and didn't know how to feel! 

Fella wanted a boy, I know, but he's still tickled (pink) and was already talking about how she's going to be Daddy's Girl. 

Speaking of Daddy's girl... One of the things I had thought about (at the suggestion of my counselor) in this whole "a boy would still be good" conversation with myself is that having a boy would allow me to reconcile some of the feelings I have about my own absent father and males in general, and would allow me to have a hand in raising a man that would potentially be a good father one day. To right the my father's wrong, so to speak.  In the doctor's office yesterday, I realized that having a daughter gives me the opportunity to give to her the one thing I did not have, because I know that no matter what happens, my little girl will always have her daddy.

I cried when I first thought that, when I told the story later to P, and again right now.  Hormones are crazy things, y'all.

Update

Tomorrow we find out the sex of the baby.  I can't believe it's already time, the time is FLYING and I haven't done much to get ready-- the room that will be the nursery hasn't been touched.  I have not bought a speck of baby clothes-- though I did buy some adorable little shoes, a changing pad/cover, jogging stroller and diaper bag at a consignment sale.  That's it. I am building quite the maternity clothes collection. It'll be easier to really feel like it's actually happening when I know the sex.  I think.

There's a lot of organizing I feel like I need to do at the house first, cleaning out and giving away and moving things around.  I haven't felt much like doing anything at all, but now the nausea seems to have finally past. Though I've been dealing with an upper respiratory thing for about three weeks which has made me less than eager to start stirring up dust in the attic.  Still, I need to do it before I get too big and exhausted to even try.

My peeps (parents, sister, BIL, niece) are coming for Easter, and I am excited about that. :) Haven't seen my sister since Thanksgiving and she is bringing me lots of baby stuff and we can go to the baby store and touch all the little tiny things and squeal together. :) 

It is March and I love college basketball, as you know, and Fella promised that if the Tigers make the Final Four we will go.  Of course, he did this because he is pretty certain that the Tigers will not make the Final Four... but I thought it would make an excellent babymoon trip. :)  So, GO TIGERS!