Third trimester

March 21, 2011

Today is the first day of spring.  Grabbels is due on the first day of summer.  13 more weeks – give or take a few – to go!

26 weeks, 4 days, but let’s just call it third trimester, shall we?

Oh, baby boy — I feel so terrible for writing about my pregnancy with your big sister all the time, and never, ever ever writing here about you.   I’m sorry!  Believe me, it’s not for lack of thinking about you or loving you — it’s called Mama is short on time (finishing an intense 8-week course on Iraqi history next week), exhausted (thanks to you not letting me sleep – oh yes!  this is your fault!  :)), sick (with the cold and cough that will NOT go away), and just generally short on brain cells thanks to all of the above.

My pregnancy with Grabbels has been so different from my pregnancy with Maggie in pretty much all respects but these:   I’m carrying big, high and with the baby smack in my lungs.  I don’t remember getting Braxton Hicks very often with Maggs; with Grabbels, I have them all the time.  In fact, I had them so regularly and intensely back during week 23 (if I was doing anything other than lying down, I got them every 10 minutes – for about 24 hours) that I ended up going to the hospital to be checked out.  Luckily, everything looked fine — Grabbels was floating way up high, my cervix was high and tightly closed.  Thank GOD.  I love you, little boy, but no showing up for several weeks yet!

Unfortunately, the Braxton Hicks have made it really hard to get my exercise in.  I learned a lot from my experience with Maggie — being humongous and immobile at 8 months pregnant is no joke — so I’m doing my best to keep active, keep my weight down, and keep mobile.   Alas, my go-to form of exercise — taking Maggie and Mikey for a walk — has been largely unavailable to me lately, because I get strong contractions the minute I start pushing the stroller.  What I *can* do, however, is dance!

Me subbing at the last second for an injured dancer at Starlight Shimmy – street clothes!

At the Alf Laylah wa Laylah hafla on March 13, 2011 — two years to the day after my performance with Maggie!

And!

ARG.  I really wanted to make this a longer post, but it’s 10 p.m. and thus time for BED.  See, this is what always happens when I try to write — time disappears, and sleep beckons.  Sigh.

Grabbels, I love you!  With any luck, I will be able to post again before giving birth to you.  🙂

Love,

MAMA

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