which leads me to the beginning of the third trimester. suddenly things that were just somewhat bothersome now seem impossible. bending at the waist? ha! walking long distances? i can't. sleep? what's that? in other words, the last trimester feels strangely similar to the first trimester except that instead of feeling bloated for no good reason, you feel like you have eaten at least a dozen bricks.
i did drag my pillowy azz to the gym this week where i took 30 minutes to wog a mere 2.5 miles. this is third trimester pregnancy success. i felt like i had just tackled goliath and won. and i was waddling. it was a waddling wog.
however, even though i've been pretty uncomfortable like 85% of every moment of my life the last two weeks, i still feel so incredibly grateful. me and G have been blessed with a healthy pregnancy and good reports on the #rowenugget every step of the way. so good that sometimes i want to double check because it just seems like things are going too smoothly.
in other news, i am back to only being able to eat a little bit at a time. no i am not binge eating. it literally takes me 2 hours to consume an entire meal. also, the #rowenugget loves to move and my gut instinct would like to think she's finally shifting from breach to her head down position. last night there was this huge hard bulge that had to be her head and it was weird, people. weird.
baby size: 14-15 inches "head to heel" and 2-2.5 pounds, the size of an eggplant!
weight gain: 15 lbs.
craving: no particular cravings lately.
can't even: the waddling. it's like when you've had one sip too many of the adult beverages and suddenly each step you take seems important. that's how it feels to be largely pregnant and not waddle.
loving: imagining what she looks like. sometimes i imagine she looks like me, sometimes i imagine she looks like G. but i can't really fathom what our half panda looks like and i can't wait to find out.
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