Third trimester is, in a way, the most dastardly of all...the energy and well-being of second trimester has fled...now I'm lugging around a bowling ball and trying to find the energy to go about everyday life. Deep fatigue and insomnia are a hideous mix.
On the bright side...I love feeling him move. Sometimes he even does it when I walk now (formerly a quiet time for him). And after dinner he wiggles all his limbs, as if to say, "Yay! I just had some potatoes!" It's endearing.
One of D's cousins gave me a copy of Belly Laughs...Jenny McCarthy's account of her pregnancy...not something I would have picked up on my own, but I enjoyed it. Who knew a celebrity could be so relatable? She even gained 60 lbs to my 43 (a total I am trying not to raise, although the carrot cake did win the carrot cake vs. popsicle battle tonight). At one point, she says she baked a pan of brownies each night and ate the whole pan by herself...D said, "And she only gained 60 lbs???" My thoughts exactly...she was lucky not to gain 100!
Anyway, as I may have mentioned, my life force is slipping away so I may just be doing yoga rather than the yoga/swimming combo I've been doing...even though I've done the yoga DVD so many times that I can recite the teacher's opening spiel by heart: "Hello, and welcome to Yoga Fit Pregnancy. I'm Heather Seiniger. I'm a yoga teacher, and I'm also a mom. Doing yoga during pregnancy kept me happy, healthy and calm."
I *want* to like Madonna's new CD, but I'm not sure I do. I listened to bits online and I may or may not purchase it.