3rd Trimester!

I have finally made it to the last leg of my pregnancy. 2 1/2 months left! Yay, for me! 

My impression so far: It's not as bad as I assumed it would be. 

The things that I thought would be difficult are the things that aren't too bad. Physically, I feel better being pregnant than not, emotionally I'm all over the map. People just look at me funny and I'm a sobbing mess.

My latest  symptom additions include hot flashes, periodic swelling in my face and feet and a slowing of my hair growth. I thought I'd have lovely locks, but it seems thinner and more frizzy. I don't have to shave my legs as much though, which is nice since it's surprisingly more difficult than I would have thought.

This week I put my last pair of pre-pregnancy pants away into storage. Looking at how small some of my skinny jeans are made me think there is no way in hell I'll ever be able to squeeze into them again. I wanted to take them all to Goodwill, but the hubs convinced me to keep them "just in case." I gave in, but I am seriously not convinced.

David and I are taking a birthing class. I don't know how I went my entire life without seeing a real birth, but I am now thoroughly creeped out. Everyone talks about how natural childbirth is, but birthing rooms are torture chambers. That being said, if my placenta moves up one more centimeter- which looks very likely!- I will be putting myself through it and going au natural- as in 'a natural state', not 'naked'- though now that I think about it I will also be naked. My desire for a natural birth doesn't really stem from being ethically against chemical pain relief and I for sure don't have the need to prove my super-woman strength and endurance. It has more to do with my dislike of having no control over my body and being tide down by tubes to a hospital bed. I guess we'll just have to see how things go. Will I tough it out? Or beg for mercy? We shall see...

My stomach is now getting in my way. Seeing myself from the front I sometimes forget it's so large, but then I turn to the side and am reminded that yep, it's huge. This has made kissing substantially more difficult. I still think I'm light on my feet and can jump into my husband's arms when he gets home. It usually results in injury and I have to remind myself to be gentle with my body. Also, because I'm growing so fast I forget my own size and am constantly trying to squeeze past things and end up awkwardly wedging myself into tight spaces or knocking stuff everywhere. I think I've got to the point where all gracefulness has vanished.

This week I also had my glucose test. The juice was ok for the first two sips and then it got nasty. After half an hour I started feeling really nauseas, but the nurse told me to "keep it down." After 59 minutes I went to ask the nurse to take me to a bathroom and instead projectile vomited all over the waiting room wall, floor and trash bin. And it didn't stop. It kept coming. I vaguely remember the other patients gasping while David and a nurse rushed me into another room while I continued throwing up in a dirty trash can. When it stopped I was completely covered in fluid from my nose down into my swampy ballet flats (which I immediately threw away). But, nothing got the nurses down and while one moped up the floor, another wiped me off and a third salvaged the situation and drew my blood. I just really, really hope I don't fail the test because there is no possible way I'm doing that again!

Baby has become super strong and for the first time he jabbed hard into my full bladder making me pee- just a little. 

David couldn't stop laughing. I could see the humor in it, but was substantially less amused. 

Bit by bit this baby is stripping me of my dignity and bladder control.