Seriously?

Three more months of pain, pressure and misery? I’ve had two Braxton Hicks contractions this morning – probably because I ran for the train first thing this morning. I firmly resolve to not run for the train for the rest of the pregnancy. If I am a few minutes late to work because I get the next train nobody will care. I was so out of breath and I felt pain in my pelvic joints and my lower abdomen but didn’t get the contractions until I got to work. I put my feet up while working and have already had so much water that just the thought of water makes me feel sick. (doctor said water and put your feet up to try to prevent more BH contractions) I’m trying not to walk more than needed but every time I do I just feel TERRIBLE. I may ask if I can work from home one day this week until I’m feeling more normal (in 3 months – ha). I just don’t want to get into the habit of doing that now in case I REALLY need to do it later.

Banjo has decided to wage war on my internal organs. He’s been leaning, kicking, punching and thinking really bad things about my liver and bladder and whatever else is around him. I bet if I had an ultrasound right now you could see little puncture wounds from the knife that he somehow smuggled inside me.

Also I am confused on when the third trimester officially starts. Some books/articles say it begins at the beginning of week 27, some say at the beginning of week 28. I’m almost in the middle so I guess I can solidly say that by Friday I will most definitely be in the third trimester.

On the plus side, no swollen feet or hands which are normal symptoms for this time of the pregnancy.

Other good things are that I have not heard back from the doctor about my gestational diabetes test and I figure no news is good news. I took the test a week ago and I think I would have heard something by now.

I don’t mean to be a complainer. There are women having much more difficult pregnancies than I am. For some reason my hormones are really kicking into over drive and I was such a smidgen away from tears this morning when the zipper on my coat broke. My new super warm perfect pregnancy coat that I just bought about a month ago. Grrrr. And I don’t know how to fix it. At least there are snaps on it so I don’t have to leave my coat open.

It’s the first Monday after a nice break and I have another day off from work on January 18 so that’s good. And then no time off until the baby’s born.

Earlier this week Pete said we have to get the baby’s room done soon because what if the baby comes early. I told him if the baby comes this early, he’ll he in the hospital for several weeks/months and that will give us plenty of time to finish his room. But that thought got stuck in my head and now I think…”oh yes..we have to finish the room this week. Must finish room. Oh and pack a bag for the hospitaland...and...and....” Sheesh I need to relax. I have 3 more months to panic and obsess – no use starting now.