How far along? 27 weeks.
Maternity clothes: Yes, definitely, but I'd rather just live in pajamas lately. It's so much easier than getting dressed.
Stretch marks? Still none, which I'm pretty grateful for. I've been using a combination of almond oil and bio-oil.
Sleep: It's gotten less and less frequent while also making me more tired. I can't get comfortable as easily, which I know is only bound to keep up for the next few months. My legs are driving me crazy.
Best moment this week: Third trimester is pretty damn exciting. And as equally terrifying.
Miss anything? Sleep right now. Uninterrupted sleep thanks to my legs making me uncomfortable.
Movement: She kicks all the time and is constantly moving, but I've generally gotten used to her schedule. I'm pretty sure she sleeps in the mornings the most because by the afternoon and evening she's going crazy in there. She has a habit of jabbing my ribs.
Food cravings: Apple pie. Nothing crazy, just apple pie.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nothing exciting or new, just no pickles. Tomatoes have been grossing me out more and more lately as well. Not tomato sauce, just the smell of raw tomatoes and/or ketchup. Keep it away, please.
Gender: Still a girl!
Symptoms: I feel like I'm reverting backwards. A few of the symptoms I had in the first trimester are now back, but with the addition of some mild anemia which I found out at my appointment yesterday, so I'm taking more iron now which should help. My boobs are sore, I've noticed I'm getting tired easier again, and I
feel pregnant. Not that I didn't before, but the second trimester wasn't bad at all. It was smooth and relatively nice. I just feel very very pregnant now.
Belly button in or out? Still in for now.
Wedding rings on or off? And still on.
Happy or moody most of the time: Nervous, still happy, exhausted, a little more murderous than before maybe.
Looking forward to: Our non-shower baby shower. We decided that a traditional baby shower isn't for us. At least it's not for me. I don't want a group of women around me, all in pink, sitting in a circle like it's a fucking cult and gawking at me like I'm an animal on display at the zoo. I don't want to play the ridiculous games or exclude men from it. Nic's a part of this, so he's going to be there. We're going to do a bbq instead, no gifts required but if you want to then knock yourself out, or just bring a package of diapers.
