The latest scoop...

SO, i am just a few days away from entering the third trimester and i couldn't be more excited. this pregnancy thing is for the birds. now, don't get me wrong, i absolutely love laying here and watching and feeling her move. its really very cool to see her roll around in my belly. but, i'm ready to meet her. and to get my body back, and to get rid of all the latest pregnancy symptoms. not only has my back been killing me, but i have been waking up at night screaming with horrific charlie horses. OUCH! it has been the most surprising symptom so far. i don't think any of my friends had them, but when i told my mom about it she said, "yeah, i got cramps a lot when i was pregnant." you think you could've warned me??? actually, i don't think she remembered until i brought it up, but still, a heads up from someone would have been nice!

oh, and this whole being fat thing. UGH. take it away! i gained five pounds in 3 weeks! Three weeks! how is that even humanly possible? i've gained a total of about 23 pounds. the doctor, who hasn't talked to me about weight one bit - not even to tell me how much to gain - told me that if i don't slow down on the weight gain, they will send me to a nutritionist. i passed my gestational diabetes test, which by the way, will make you want to throw up, so just be prepared. and i thought passing it would really show that i'm healthy and in no need to really monitor my diet that closely. but now, they've made me feel like a horrible mother for gaining weight. but yet, i'm still very much within the recommended range. so, i've decided to start trying to follow a gestational diabetes diet - which just really cuts down on the carbs, which is what the NP said to do. so, we'll see how it goes.

and there's this...people randomly asking you what you're having, when you're due and what name you've chosen? on the one hand, its sweet, on the other it freaks me out. but then, there's the attempt at a compliment that just basically says, "You fat ass". like my dad, for instance, who picked me up from the airport this weekend and said, "they need to take you back to the doctor. there's no way you only have one kid in there. you're too big." WOW, daddy. thanks so much for telling me what a heifer i am. i mean, just don't make comments about how BIG a pregnant girl is. she doesn't like it. it doesn't make her feel like she has a healthy baby. it makes her feel like a failure for gaining weight and not having a basketball belly. so, just in case you didn't know, just don't comment. she'd rather not know you're noticing how big her belly, her boobs and everything else are.