Every morning, when I'm lying in bed at 3:00 getting the crap kicked out of me, I have the most random thoughts: post ideas, work to dos, chore lists, and college football analysis. After about 20 minutes of tossing around, I head downstairs for my glass of milk, chug it in the dark, and try to go back to sleep. I lay down on my side, per the recommendations, and am promptly greeted with a swift kick to the rib instructing me to turn over. I roll over to the other side at the kicking party's request, only to get another good jab. Baby Peanut can't seem to get comfy, and neither can I.
I am officially no longer in control of my body or my mind, and since I am one of the pickiest sleepers known to man, this child is most certainly my daughter. Also, anyone who's ever been my roommate is getting a good giggle out of this. Karma is biting me in the rear end, big time.
But at least one of us likes the Preggle pillow. Scooter has started taking naps on it.
Now that I'm 28 weeks, the third trimester starts. I'd say, "gee, where did the time go?" but that would be a lie. I feel like I've been pregnant or talking about getting pregnant for years...mainly because I have been.
Some of the more common pregnancy ailments have started in the past two weeks. First, I am definitely noticing a decrease in energy, which I think is a combination of bad sleep, work stress, and getting bigger. Second, I am getting some occasional shortness of breath. Curiously, it only strikes when I'm sitting down and never when I'm working out. The belly button is still technically an innie, but it's threatening to pop out at any moment. My hands and feet are starting to get some end of the day swelling. I am having a hard time putting my rings on and taking them off.
Working out: yes, still running, but haven't much in the last couple of weeks because of time and the whole blood pressure issue. That's fine now, by the way. I am still going to to Dance Trance a couple of times per week and also walking when it's too hot to run. As an aside, I no longer like treadmill running. It's much more painful than running outside. I'm guessing that's because I can't vary my stride.
Here's the weirdest thing: I am not finding that I need to slow down too much, but I truly have only one pace, which is a 10 minute mile (+/- 30 seconds). If I go any faster, my breathing gets too shallow. If I go any slower, my legs start hurting and my knees bother me. I also have a distance limit of 5-6 miles, and only once per week. My hips really hurt after about 5 miles (which I haven't done in a couple of weeks anyway). I am extremely curious as to how running will go after childbirth.
Other than that...
Baby Peanut is over two pounds and 15 inches long and can now open and close her eyes. Also, she has eyelashes now! And really powerful kicks. Take my word for that.
She's also acquiring quite the wardrobe. I know, I know: I shouldn't be buying any clothes for her yet, but look at this cute little top and bubble dress that I found on sale! How cute is she going to be in these outfits come next Spring?