Third Trimester Blues

We are officially in the 3rd trimester numbers and going down the home stretch. So far, the third trimester is my least favorite for a number of reasons, but not limiting to:
-It is getting harder to bend over to do things like tie my shoes without feeling like whatever I just ate is about to come right back up. Oh acid reflux, how I loathe thee.
-Sleeping at night is getting more and more uncomfortable. Being the awesome sleeper that I am, I definitely still sleep, but I wake up constantly and toss and turn from side to side.
-Iron pills. Will go into details further down.

However, with all of my gripes and grumbles, here are some things that I love about the third trimester:
-Being closer to my due date. Although this is a mixed bag of emotions, it is exciting to think that he will be here soon. Just as long as I don't think about all of the other things that come with that. ;) I kid, I kid... sort of.
-Feeling Little G move - our future soccer star still has plenty of room thanks to my "bigness" and I'm now starting to feel different movements (more like shifting instead of just kicking).
-Being closer to getting my body back. Yea! It will be tough to get my body in the kind of shape I really want it to be in, but I'm looking forward to having all alien life forms exit the baby house. If people still give me "Are you expecting twins?" comments, then I'll really know that there is much work to be done. Right now, I have the dreams of Peter Griffin from Family Guy. You know, from the episode "He's Too Sexy for His Fat" where Peter has liposuction and turns from this:




To this...




It's going to happen - it's just a matter of time!

The last time I checked in, the big news story of the week was my glucose screening. I have heard/read so many horror stories of how disgusting that drink is, yada yada yada. I'm either a freak of nature or the other women are just wimps because it really wasn't that bad. At all. Now I wouldn't request it with my meals or anything, but I gulped that tiny bottle down in less than a minute (I was keeping track since I had to down it in less than 10 minutes). It went down nice and easy and didn't have a bad after taste or feel like it wanted to come back up. The only anxiety was realizing I had to make it to my dr.'s office and have my blood drawn exactly one hour after drinking it, and I hadn't even left the school parking lot. And it was Friday at 3:00 during rush hour traffic. Ummm maybe I should have done it halfway through my drive?? But fear not, I made it with 20 minutes to spare, the lady got the needle in the first try (thank god!), and then I was on my merry way.

Fast forward to this past week when I got the news that I PASSED the screening!!! I really didn't want to subject myself or my veins to the 3 hour screening. Of course, there is always a catch when the nurse calls and requests that you call back to hear about your test results. At least I feel like there is. So I call back, she gives me the good news but then says that my blood work showed a low hemoglobin count. Yea for anemia. Okay, I have to take an extra iron supplement. No biggie.

WRONG. People, including the sweet nurse, had warned me about the potential side effect of taking iron. You know, the big C. So she had also prescribed something to ease that pain. I won't go into full details because that's a little TMI, but there is truth to the big C that even the helpful pill could not fix. Maybe this is all karma since my mom apparently had anemia when she was prego with me and had ... ahem ... issues. My first reaction to hearing one particular story: "MOM! I do NOT need to know that!" And now I think I am scarred for life.

But really. The big C and I met head to head this past Saturday when it finally reared its ugly head (no pun intended), and I was left battled and bruised on the war field (more like in bead) ALL. DAY. LONG. My stomach had the most painful cramps and then when I did hobble out of bed to eat something at 3 p.m., my acid reflux would not let me get comfortable enough to fall back asleep.

Poor pitiful me, yes? Hehe... well I triumphed (after sleeping all day and all night) and have decided to not let another iron supplement pass these lips.

Truthfully, though, I am about to call my dr., kindly explain what happened to me and see if there is another plan of action that can replace my current one.

Now that I have shared with you that delightful story, I will leave you with this. My bff really is the best photographer!




We have our 3D/4D ultrasound later today ... can't wait to see what Little G looks like right now! Another bonus to add to my third trimester list. :)