Despite the lack of photographic evidence, I’m just about to the third trimester, at 26 weeks today.  And honestly, I won’t call the second trimester any sort of “honeymoon”.  It wasn’t awful, but pubic bone pain, continued fatigue, posture challenges, and a roller coaster appetite don’t make for a honeymoon.  I’m happy it was better than first trimester, but it’s its own separate “experience”.

The midwives have continued to be great.  After my next appointment, where I get to do the glucose tolerance test (oh boy, my hypoglycemia looks forward to that), I move to appointments every other week.  It think it’ll be nice to keep in closer contact with my midwives, but it’s a little freaky that they’re doing that because third trimester is when your risk of bad things happening goes up.  Ah well, the best I can do is stay healthy.

While I certainly feel baby girl kick every day, and for up to an hour at a time in the evenings, outside of that, I don’t feel particularly “pregnant”.  Certainly none of that “pregnant glow” or “euphoria”.  I feel… well, I feel like I’ve got a belly that belongs at the dinner table an hour after Thanksgiving dinner.  And I feel out of shape, and unable to get the exercise I really want to.  Talking to a number of other pregnant, or recently pregnant, women has helped me feel that I’m not alone in feeling “normal”.  Perhaps it’s hard to get excited because I don’t know what having a baby will be like, but that also makes it easier to be level headed about getting the nursery together.

Speaking of the nursery, we’ve got most things in there – crib, changing table (thanks to a gift from a friend), dressers (thanks to pillaging our guest room to use our old bedroom set furniture), a glider, and bookcases.  And, for the first weeks, while we “co-sleep” Jason has built a gorgeous co-sleeper that is designed specifically for our bed.  It looks fabulous, and I think it’ll work out really nicely for us.