...of the way done!
At 28+ weeks along, I am official full into the third trimester.
And how are things going, you might ask.
Well, the nursery is half painted. All the quilt squares for the baby quilt are cut, but not a single thing has been sewn. The nursery is still filled with office/guest bedroom furniture. We think we've decided on a name. My heart burn is worse than ever, despite medication. I'm getting the start of what promises to be some fabulous low extremity swelling. This little boy is already strong enough to keep me awake at night with his kickboxing routine. I'm sporting some wicked lordosis and a belly large enough that people don't hesitate to ask me when I'm due. (Even though they expect me to say next week, instead of Thanksgiving.)
I don't even want to think how big this belly is going to be in 12 more weeks!
And despite all that, I'm finding that I'm enjoying this pregnancy more than I did the first two (please, do not mistake this for wanting to do this again.) Somehow, realizing that this is the last time allows for more perspective. I'm attached to my baby bump, instead of being resentful of the changes. I already have the stretch marks, so there is no new crying over the few new ones. Don't get me wrong, it will be wonderful to be able to lie down without overwhelming nausea or the remains of my dinner refluxing back into my mouth. But I have an appreciation and a patience that only now do I realize was lacking last time.
Give me another 4 weeks, and in inability to get my wedding ring off my swollen hands, and I'm sure I'll take all of this back.