I AM IN MY 3RD TRIMESTER, GIRL WHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT??
That’s right, bitches. 7 months in this thang. I clearly don’t know how to act.
The past week has been hard, sleep-wise and keeps getting harder. I think I found the magical combination/position of pillows and Crabby last night though. I was out. Blackout/no dream sleep. I still woke up a bit stiff, but nothing like how it has been (I woke up in tears Saturday morning because my left hip/lower back were SO sore). Magical combination = me lying on left side, body pillow both supporting my belly and between my knees, 3 stacked pillows supporting my back, 1 pillow under my head, and Crabby’s arm under that pillow giving me some slight elevation. DIVA SLEEP!
This Wednesday is my 7-month check-up. I also have to do the gestational diabetes test where I chug a gallon of orange syrup. Gross. I also have to get another Rhogam shot, due to my
fairy blood negative blood type. Fun times. I have a crap-load of questions for the midwife about labor and birth, so I have a running list going in case I forget anything.
I think we’ve found a good pediatrician to use, so that’s that. Still have to figure out the childcare thing but I’m not going to stress out over it.
I was trying to consider whether paying $200 was worth it to try placenta encapsulation. Then La helpfully reminded me that that money could be going toward Minicorn’s Halloween costume fund (ideas include toaster, burrito, shark, unicorn, koala, etc).
Shower invites are going out this week. I have to find a cute dress for my maternity photos with Mackie and another cute dress for the shower.
Other than that, everything is cool. I’m just in shock that I am 7 months pregnant. Wow.
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