Dreams

I dreamed last night that I gave birth to a cat.

Sick sick sick

It seems that Alan and I have both caught colds. The bad thing about when we both are sick at the same time (besides the obvious) is that neither of us gets pampered/taken care of. Oh well, at least we don't have to try and not infect each other. I've drunk enough water today to fill up a small swimming pool, and I still feel as dry as a bone. Time to head to bed and try and sleep it all away...

The beginning of the end...

It's the first week of the third trimester. It's all down hill from here right? I had my 28 week doctors appointment today. The results from my glucose test came back just fine, so no special (meaning fairly nasty) diet for me. Everything else looked pretty good too. Our little chicky is still in breach position, but that wasn't really a surprise. She doesn't really like to be head down, and she sometimes lets me know it. During the day she's normally feet down and kicking down by my bladder, but at night she like to flip over when I sleep on my side so she kicks and stretches my sides out. Last night I rolled over, but apparently rolled too fast for her and she ended up with her head down on the side I was laying on, and she didn't like it. I could feel the big hard lump of her head pushing out against the bed, and I mean pushing HARD. She wouldn't settle down until I rolled back over so she could be right side up again. Sheesh kid...

I think I've had my first braxton-hicks contractions. I've read about them, and I've always thought "how can those not be painful?", but I guess now I know. It is really the strangest feeling. Suddenly everything gets all tight and uncomfortable and stays that way until I get up and walk around. Then, just as fast as it came, everything releases all at once. It's weird...

I'm feeling quite gargantuan, but other than that, things are going ok.

I'm getting huge!!

This was taken last night, so I'm 26 1/2 weeks... I think that's right. Something like that. It amazes me how big I'm getting, and yet the kid still has to pack on the pounds before she can pop out. Which means I still have to get bigger...yikes. Only 3 more months, right?

I think I'm started to get into the nesting mode a little bit. I'm starting to drive Alan crazy with over thinking everything and trying to plan out what can't really be planned. I keep wanted to go through all the baby clothes again and set them out and sort them and everything, but its too soon! On the other hand, my apartment is looking a lot cleaner all the time because of it.