The third trimester is officially here and I can’t tell you how surprised I am by it! I hit third trimester last Friday, and for about a week beforehand and ever since, I’ve been amazed at how comfortable I’ve been. My back had been hurting, but I went and got new shoes (Crocs, and you can make all the jokes you want but I’m not taking them off!) and no more back pain. Baby M feels huge, but in a good way. Well, maybe not a completely good way. Now that he’s getting bigger and I can feel absolutely every movement, he feels much more alien-ish (this could also be due to watching Aliens recently). He’s also been moving a lot slower lately. I don’t get so many kicks and jabs (my bladder is rejoicing), but he is definitely stretching in there. A few times a day I can see a giant bulge on both sides of my belly and can feel him pushing both sides. And when he moves from one side to the other, it’s no longer a rapid movement, it’s a slow, drawn-out process. It is the weirdest feeling in the world, and the only way I’ve found to describe it is alien-ish.
My dad took me to What to Expect this weekend, and I was annoyed. There was a character that they had quite a bit of fun with because she was “that” pregnant lady that doesn’t have any bad symptoms and was happy (okay, creepy ecstatic) about being pregnant. Well, phooey on them. I look around at all the miserable preggos and just can’t help but feel fabulous about how well I’m feeling! When I do get a bad pregnancy symptom, it’s so short-lived it just doesn’t feel worth complaining. Am I going to have to down a bottle of Tums after these Thai leftovers? Sure, but it takes away the heartburn and I still get to enjoy yummy Thai. Does Justin sometimes evacuate certain parts of the house due to the smell? Sure, but that’s his complaint, not mine, so it obviously doesn’t count. I’m pretty sure the adjectives he chooses to use are complete exaggerations. And of course, I’ve had a few angry moments that seem a bit irrational after the moment’s passed, but let’s face it, that’s halfway me just being me. I run out of breath quite often lately, but that’s just a welcome excuse to be lazy. “Gee, honey, I’m going to sound like an old man with COPD if I go get the laundry, couldn’t you?” And then it becomes his complaint, not mine, and, once again, doesn’t count. I still have yet to pee my pants and I’ve only woken up in the middle of the night due to my bladder a couple times, and I’m just so happy about that I can’t even put it into words!
I’m going to blame all of my airhead moments on pregnancy brain, though. The other day I couldn’t figure out why my car was so darn hot. Justin just had his air conditioner worked on, so I was thinking I should probably take my car in and get it looked at too. Two blocks from home, I finally realized that I still had the heater on from that morning. Yep, blaming that one on the pregnancy brain.
So, to summarize: all is well, and if you try to tell me differently, I’ll have an irrational anger moment (but that’s not pregnancy-related). And now, a third trimester picture. I’m finally starting to look pregnant!