Well, I’m fully into the third trimester and some might say I’m almost done. Except that I still have 12 weeks left and that feels like FOR-E-VER. I knew this last time but must have forgotten: I hate being pregnant.
This month’s picture is brought to you by Mother’s Day, as Addie and I are all dressed up and on our way out to Mother’s Day brunch. (Btw, I wish I could take these pictures myself – they’re never quite up to my standards but I guess I can deal.)
In case you haven’t been counting along, 152 pounds means that I’ve gained 24 pounds already. That puts me on track to gain almost 40 pounds. So that’s fantastic. My midwife was a little concerned with my gigantic weight gain over the last six weeks, but lucky for me I just had my gestational diabetes screen and it came back negative. So I guess these are healthy pounds? I’m getting ready for breastfeeding? I need to stop eating so many cookies?
The other fantastic news I got at my last appointment was that the ridiculous pain I’ve been feeling in my pubic bone is probably Symphysis Pubic Dysfunction which means that my public bones are coming apart a little too early and a little too much. So I have to be more careful about getting up and down off the floor, out of bed, out of the car, etc. Basically, I need to keep my legs together. (Get your minds out of the gutter!) And I should be careful about picking things up and carrying anything too heavy. All of which is, you know, super easy to do when you have a two-year-old.
The midwife also bolstered my anecdotal evidence that personality in utero tends to carry forward into (at least) the first few months of life. She said that it’s normal to have one baby who is much more active in utero and that those babies tend to be more alert, harder to settle, etc after birth. Since this boy is so incredibly calm, I’m hoping that means he’ll be “easy” when he comes out. Fingers crossed people!
Other than that I’m just carrying on, trying to get through this whole pregnancy thing. Only 12 more weeks. . . 12 . . . MORE . . . weeks . . . .