A few weeks into the third trimester and everything is still going wonderfully.  Baby is active and my belly stills seems to grow daily.

I have to laugh at TV shows that have the third trimester pregnant gal eating hordes of food because, with me, there is just no room in there for an enormous meal and a kicking baby.  The other day this show had a pregnant woman say, “stop me if I order three entrees”.  Yeah, right!  I’ve discovered that eating like 6 tiny servings of different things throughout the day is about all I can muster without feeling overwhelmingly full and borderline sick.

Bending over for any length of time is harder now, but no big deal.  Sitting hunched is out of the question or I can’t breathe, but again no big deal.  And I’m not having any problems sleeping yet.

So I’m relishing in this time before my belly is just enormous and it is really nasty hot outside.

I’ve got my next appointment with the midwife on May 6th, which is also the date for my glucose test to make sure I haven’t developed gestational diabetes.  I’m keeping a positive attitude and praying like crazy everything is okay in that department.

God willing, only 10-13 weeks left to go and we’ll have a wonderful baby to hold in our arms.  I’m getting more and more excited to meet this little person.  Not knowing the gender is really interesting.  Everyone I’ve known recently finds out the gender so you know for a long time ahead of time at least what gender to expect.  We’re getting the full surprise.  And I really don’t have any internal maternal instinct pushing me one way or another.