I Drank The Kool-Aid  

I am officially into my last trimester of pregnancy... and I do mean last. DH and I have talked extensively about our future family, and we feel confident that with a daughter and now a son on the way, our family is complete. In the next year, he will--with almost 100% certainty--be getting "fixed." I've told him that if I can go through pregnancy and childbirth twice for him, he can go through an outpatient surgery once for me.

At this week's appointment, I drank the Kool-Aid--literally! It was the dreaded blood glucose test, and I have to admit... I didn't find the orange drink all that bad. With G, I had to drink it room temperature because they'd run out of refrigerated beverages. This time, it was ice cold and a vast improvement. I'm not saying I'd drink it every day (I'm actually crossing my fingers I never have reason to drink it again), but it wasn't worth stressing over.

Gestation: 27 weeks--third trimester! Where did the second one go?

Fetal Heartbeat: 144 beats per minute. I believe this jives with the old wives tale about fetal heartbeats being lower for boys than they are for girls.

Health Concerns: Getting enough sleep; G's sleep habits have changed dramatically over the past few weeks, which mean mine have as well. I am not used to getting up before the sun, but that's her agenda these days... I'm still hoping I can resurrect her old routine before Baby C arrives.

Other Concerns: We still have yet to do any of the painting for C's room, but I'm really holding off on that until it warms up and we can paint with the windows open. I'm currently in the process of tagging a lot of G's old clothes for consignment. My plan is to use the money I make selling all that pink and purple to buy a lot more green and blue.

What's Different: Where I'm carrying this baby, and hence, this baby weight. With G, I was really popping out up front. This time, I'm carrying the weight lower and further back. While I've gained the same amount of weight thus far, it's much more in my hips, thighs and butt. I am already dreading the amount of work it's going to take to lose those pounds once C is born... I think it's abhorrently unfair that any woman should have to give birth less than four weeks before the unofficial start of bathing suit season.

Next Appointment: February 23rd. It's only three weeks away. Then, I move on to every other week appointments. I've got a lot to look forward to between now and then, so I'm sure this time is going to go quickly (let's hope; February is such a DULL month otherwise!).