Here I am at 28 weeks or 7 months, however you like to figure it. Which means I only have 13 weeks left. Where has the time gone???
Tomorrow I have my glucose test for gestational diabetes...please pray that I pass. I love sweets but my cravings have not been as bad as they have in the past. Seems like baby likes his sweets in moderation. This is a start, right?
In the last two days baby boy has been moving A LOT and ALL DAY. I wake up and he's moving, jabbing or hiccupping. I go to work and he's still doing one of the three. I take a break and hello, mommy still jabbing away. And here I was worried that I would not be able to feel anything, ha! Apparently I got the next top world gymnast in my belly preparing to take the world by storm!
We've sold the convertible and now are on the search for a family friendly car...one that IS NOT a minivan. I may eventually turn into a soccer mom, but I don't think I need the minivan to fulfill those shoes.
Sleeping has become a bit of a chore. I can't seem to get comfortable and when I do it's either time to pee or time to roll over because of a sore hip. I can have pillows between my knees and in my back and nothing helps. But at least I don't wake up tired, so I must be getting some good sleep and not realize it.
I was talking to a friend the other day and we got onto the topic of the amount of pregnant women that complain about their pregnancy. I have to admit that I have had it pretty easy since we found out. I have not been sick and while my tummy can sometimes get in the way, I can't really complain. I'm carrying life inside of me and that is stupendous. And not every gets to experience that. I am not saying that women shouldn't complain, but sometimes you hear the stories and it seems one mom is trying to outdo another in the "I had it so bad" category. Of course some do have it bad, but sometimes it feels like people aren't happy unless they can complain. Maybe that's just me.