28 weeks and more or less like a pear...

Hmmm. 28 weeks.

With as pleasant as the last 14 or so weeks have been, this last week started off with a bang! I woke up on week 28/day 0 feeling tired but normal enough. However, as the day progressed my back started to ache more and more. By the end of the day, I couldn't sit, couldn't stand and basically hobbled around work like an old lady!  Luckily, once I was able to lie down for a bit--all the pain went away. My guess is the little guy made himself nice n' cozy on one of my nerves. Although I was happy pain-free girl for the next few hours, once it was time for bed I was hit with some major heartburn...so much so that when I got up for my midnight potty break, I also decided to throw up all of dinner. Oh man, if we want to talk about things I HATE, let's talk about throwing up.  Not like anyone really likes it, but when it's my turn, I pretty much think the world is ending.  To make matters worse, Dave decided to jump outta bed and watch the whole thing go down all the while holding a glass a water (love can be such a beautiful thing). But ahhhh--this time, puking was such sweet, sweet relief.  I slept soundly the rest of the night.

Now that I'm in the 3rd trimester, I can officially say that I am warm-blooded. I never thought I would be one of those pregnant ladies who got hot for no good reason. I guess I just assumed that since I am chronically cold, things would just even themselves out? And I could lead a normal life? Silly me.  At my cousin's baby shower this past weekend, I learned otherwise.  All of us were hanging out down in the basement making onesies and chatting. My temperature was slowly, slowly going through the roof.  I wondered how could everyone be so polite, when it was so dang hot?? Finally, I had to say, "Aren't you guys dying of heat??" Well, of course, no one was--we were in the basement after all. But I had to get outta there.  Later Rach told me she just thought that I had been embarrassed about something because my face was so red. Umm, Yes. I'm embarrassed about the sweat beads forming on my upper lip.  Do me a favor and get me a cold glass of lemon-water, like NOW!

But besides all of the painful, random, and not-so-talked-about things that your body goes through during pregnancy, I still love being pregnant. I love, love, love my belly. I stare at it from all angles in the mirror when I brush my teeth at night. I rub it while chatting with people and rest my hands on it when I'm chillin--(sorry to  those who've ever experienced my  ridicule for doing just that). It's just so darn convienent! I laugh at the lop-sided shape my belly can take when I'm laying down. The other day in the bath, I watched my belly button slowly poke out (yes, even more) and wondered just what could be going on inside. It's been crazy to feel the baby's movements change from feeling like little flutters, to muscle spasms, and now, an endless pinball game going on inside. Things just seem to ricochet from all directions.

So, with the beginning of the end, inevitably some discomfort lies ahead. This little man is growing and growing, and my insides are shifting and shifting....

So long 2nd trimester and hello 3rd!!