So my third trimester is REALLY stressing my poor husband out. First there's how Bean kicks me SO! HARD! sometimes that I gasp and double over. Then there's how I've been getting leg cramps in the middle of the night that send me hurling out of bed shrieking. And both types of incident, naturally, cause my poor, nervy husband to think I've gone into premature labor.
I'm not going to lie: it is kind of cute.
All is still more or less well in pregnancy land. I've had a few aches and pains . . . in my rib cage, notably, where the pressure from having Bean crammed up in there makes me feel like I've been socked. My hips get pretty uncomfortable when I sleep on my side now that I've got 30-some-odd extra pounds all in their general vicinity. It hasn't been anything that yoga and a fortress of pillows can't help though.
I've developed the disturbing habit of puking a little almost every time I bend over at the waist which is . . . well, it kind of sucks to be honest. My heartburn, however, seems to have calmed down considerably and if a little gagging is the trade off I think that's reasonably fair.
My bellybutton looks like a cat butt. Also, disturbing, but nothing I can't cope with for a few more months. (It'll go back, right? PLEASE TELL ME IT WILL GO BACK!)
As lists of complaints go I'd say mine is fairly short and manageable. Especially when you consider all of the AWESOME things that go along with pregnancy such as: Not having to suck my stomach in! Being offered cuts in bathroom lines! And, the ever popular, getting a BABY in just 12 short weeks (or so)!
Seriously, guys? There is going to be a BABY. Our own personal baby. We totally can't wait.
Boy and I went up to Disneyland this weekend and stayed over at the Howard Johnson again. We had a great coupon for Pirates' Dinner Adventure so we went for it on Saturday night, despite the show having less than stellar reviews. It turned out to be a fantastically fun night . . . don't go expecting fine dining or anything but the show and set were awesome and we had a great time. We finished up the night with drinks (chocolates for me) at the Grand Californian hotel with Boy's sister and her boyfriend, who also happened to be staying over in Anaheim for the weekend, then spent Sunday at Disneyland.
For those of you keeping count, that was the TENTH trip I've taken on my free annual pass. AM DISNEY MACHINE!