Welcome to my third trimester!
I know you are all very excited to be here. I plan to celebrate by going to the OB today and taking a gestational diabetes test, which involves drinking sugar water and then having blood drawn. The sugar water states on the bottle that it is only for use by pregnant and nursing women. It then advises that you should refrain from smoking after you drink it. Thanks for the news flash.
I'm not looking forward to the doctor today because I am not looking forward to being weighed. Now, I am not at all concerned by how much I weigh and am totally comfortable telling the entire internet that I have gained 20 pounds and expect to gain about another 10 before the baby is born. This makes me happy because it is good for my baby (and also because I don't look like I've gained 20 pounds.) However, today is going to mark a new milestone that I have never experienced before and I am not excited about it. You know how the scales in doctor's offices have the big weight in 50 pound increments and the little weight in 1 pound increments? I am going to have to move to the next 50 pound increment. I've decided I'm just not going to watch. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, people.
Anyway, we had an all baby weekend. On Friday we got word that the nursery furniture we ordered three weeks ago and which was supposed to take 10 weeks to arrive is here and ready to be delivered. Good thing Chris had already decided to paint the nursery this weekend. We still have work to do, but I can already tell you that no baby ever born or to be born has had a nicer nursery. We (and by we I mean Chris) painted it yellow and green and it is so bright and cheerful that all I want to do is sit in there (in the new glider we also got this weekend) and stare at the walls. (Did I mention I'm a little tired lately? Wall-staring sounds like hours of entertainment to me.) We also registered, which took hours upon hours because babies need a lot of stuff, yo, and of course we had to debate every selection in great depth.
And finally, no weekend is complete without the obligatory purchasing of baby clothes. This kid is going to have to wear at least 5 outfits a day or she will outgrow half her wardrobe before she gets a chance to wear it. But really, it is not my fault that this stuff is so freaking cute.
We also made a strange and wonderful discovery lately. Lima Bean is now kicking hard enough that you can see my belly move when she does it. Big time. This is very exciting, but also a bit freaky because there is something moving inside me and now I have actual, visual proof. I am still thrilled when she moves or kicks, but sometimes she keeps it up for hours at a time and I find myself wishing she would take just a little break so I can feel more normal for a few minutes. Of course when she does stop I tend to jiggle her around to get her going again. There's just no pleasing me.