Trimester #3

Today officially marks the beginning of my third trimester. I think there was (is) a part of me that believed this point would never come (or at least not so quickly). I would post a 28-week belly shot, but Steve is out of town and if I try to take it, you're going to get way more than you bargained for ... maybe next week.

The nursery is coming together, which feels weird, too. We worked on it some last weekend with the help of my in-laws. The crib is put together and there are a few things on the walls; we still need to get the dresser/changing table, which will happen at some point in the near future. I have to be honest: putting items in the nursery was totally overwhelming to me. It was exciting, yes, but certainly the biggest reality check to date during my pregnancy.

Tomorrow morning I have to go for a second round with the glucose test. I failed my first one even after I did everything right: I fasted for 12 hours prior to the test, I drank the nasty drink in under 5 minutes, I had my blood taken at the accurate time ... and I failed. My feeling upon receiving the news was mostly just one of annoyance; who has time to take a three hour test? Thanks to Saturday morning clinic hours, I'll start my weekend with another round of the glucose drink, an empty stomach, and three needle pricks (one on the hour for three hours). At least I have good veins. I really hope the first test was a false positive because gestational diabetes sounds like a beating. A strict diet during pregnancy ... how unfair is that?

All in all, I'm feeling great. Sometimes I almost tend to forget that I'm pregnant, but amazingly enough, in most of those moments, a window or a mirror appears before me and I'm quickly reminded of my state. My reaction in such moments is another post all its own. I'm tired tonight after a LONG week, so Higgins and I are heading to the couch to watch a movie.