I'm now in my third trimester (I was last week too, most likely...). Either way, yesterday marked 28 weeks and the start of the third and final leg of pregnancy.
A lot has happened since I last posted. Chris and I got married the 1st of July; for our 'honeymoon' we drove to Kansas City for my sister's wedding. It was a beautiful outdoor wedding, and also 106 degrees. I failed the one - hour glucose tolerance screening, not once but twice. We bought a second car (a 2003 Saturn Vue). And I gave in and bought the belly support band I've been postponing buying because my belly's now heavy enough that it makes my back and abs hurt if I run more than two miles. Review of said Gabrialla Belt to come as soon as it does (Amazon says it should arrive tomorrow).
Phwew.
I have my follow - up three hour glucose tolerance test tomorrow morning, so I'm stuck fasting from now til lunchtime tomorrow. It's frustrating, knowing that there's such a strong correlation between gestational diabetes and excess weight (being overweight before, or gaining too much during pregnancy) since I will, in all likelihood, still have a 'healthy' BMI for someone who is not pregnant on the day I deliver. And I hate needles/blood draws/doctors' offices/etc. Here's to hoping I pass it, because the sheer number of trips to the doctor thus far in pregnancy have been difficult for me - management of gestational diabetes would involve four or more appointments a week for the last month if not longer. That, and the fact that I might starve if my (gluten+dairy free vegetarian) diet were any more restricted than it already is. I know it's worth it to know whether or not I have diabetes, and to manage it properly if I do - still, though. It would certainly be more than I signed up for, and quite possibly enough to make this kiddo an only child.
At least it's only 83 days til my due date. In undergrad, I always said (when trying to decide if I could handle a particular courseload) "I can put up with anything for three months." And fewer than three months of pregnancy remain. I have a healthy, bouncy baby who hasn't slept for more than two and a half hours at a time in two and a half weeks, a pregnancy that has been absolutely uncomplicated thus far, and a husband with incomprehensible patience for both the physical and emotional symptoms of 'being with child.' And one who kisses my belly goodnight on a regular basis.
I don't really have that much room to complain.
At Alison's wedding, seeking refuge from the heat in the shade of the pavilion.
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