Spacefem (spacefem) wrote,

third trimester

I feel like pregnancy has taken a magical turn towards kicking my ass.

Right about when I hit four months I stopped feeling sick, and started feeling just kinda fat because the sickness had kept me from exercising. So I started trying to take more walks at work, just to get up from my desk and try it out. And it felt great! I got into sort of a routine... twice a day I'd go walk for 20 minutes, then come back and do some squats and lunges and stretches in an empty office, get the blood flowing, and I'd magically feel unbloated and energized. yaaaay.

Then this week I hit 27 weeks. And suddenly the walks don't feel good. I feel like I really have to push myself. Then later, I feel sore and exhausted, every muscle that's been working just seems to want a break. I'm determined to keep trying, I'm telling myself that it's just a bad week, but holy crap. Even if I take it easy I feel pregnant in every muscle, it's like I can feel my hips moving and my sides expanding and my lungs being squeezed.

Last night I felt so sore after dinner that I just had to go upstairs to lay down, where of course I fell asleep. Then I woke up a little before midnight with awful heartburn, probably because I laid down too quickly after dinner. So I went downstairs to sit up for a while. And figured what the hell, had some ice cream too, to celebrate passing my gestational diabetes test and I figured the dairy might calm down my stomach and the calcium would help me sleep.

But it's PREGNANCY and dammit there's a baby in there and I kinda forgot about that, should not have had sugar that late at night, she was bouncing around like a caged animal and when I tried to lay down all I felt were jolts, rolls, acrobatics... ICE CREAM YAYYY!

Oh also, I saw a mouse in the kitchen. It was late and dark and I was walking upstairs and out of the corner of my eye, there it was... we'd known there was a mouse somewhere, we've found nasty evidence, but I hadn't seen an actual mouse YET but there he went. He scurried into a crack beside the dishwasher when I made a noise.

So I get upstairs and marc notices me tossing and turning because I gave my baby fetus crack and I figure while he's up, hell, might as well tell him about the mouse, and he's been on a mouse WARPATH lately so he wants all these details (size, shape, color, direction, where from, where to, does it answer to any names, etc). It's 2 am and I have the man in chat mode and the baby in spastic mode and I'm just cursed. It takes me another hour to get everyone involved SETTLED DOWN and I go to sleep, only to have an alarm wake me up at 6 for work, I drag myself in feeling like something that came out of a drain.

a brisk walk did not make it better.

Today is: February 13th, 2013
Your due date: May 8th, 2013
Weeks along: 28 W, 0 D
Months along: 6.4
Days remaining: 84
% Complete: 70%
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