Twenty-Eight Weeks

It is kind of sad, really. This picture is the first pregnant picture that I've taken. Of course I have been in pictures since this pregnancy has started. I just haven't taken a pregnant picture (and against the blue wall at Sophia's jump & bounce party nonetheless!). You know what I mean.

I am twenty eight weeks. Seven months. Entering the third trimester. It has gone really fast. And really slow. All at the same time.

I have felt pretty good lately. Pretty good for being pregnant, that is. Most days I'm running on about 65% of my normal energy (I think. I can't quite remember what normal energy is like). I have to go to the bathroom all. the. time. I have heartburn pretty much every day. And I wake up about three or four times at night because of either a) trips to the john or b) leg cramps.

BUT, I am feeling good :). Not too humongous yet. Although there are days I feel enormous and can't imagine getting much bigger (Ha. I know I will). I can mostly still shave my legs and tie my shoes. Sometimes I run into things because I forget how much space I now occupy (and sucking in doesn't help - I try, out of habit, when attempting to fit through tight spaces). But mostly I am still in the "glory days" of mid-pregnancy.

And it's nice to be at the stage where strangers ask you when the baby is due, or whether you're having a boy or a girl. I have decided that a December due date may be the most awkward -when it comes to the summer months, at least. You're far enough to start showing - but spend the entire summer in the is she pregnant, or has she just gained some massive weight? stage. Which is really quite awful when wearing tank tops and swimsuits. But I guess it's just another opportunity we as mothers have to surrender our bodies to the joy/delight/suffering of pregnancy. You don't really have too much control of what is happening to your body, after all. And obsessing over it doesn't help. Not one bit.

I'm not sure I've fully wrapped my head around the fact that we'll be a family of four before the year's end. But I don't know if I will until it happens. I just know that we are so excited about this little life (all of us). Clara asked yesterday if we could "take the baby out" already. I told her that wouldn't be a good idea. He/she has a bit more baking to do in mama's oven. Hopefully about eleven-ish more weeks of cooking. We shall see ;).