31 weeks! We are in the single digit weeks-to-go! I can’t even believe it. And when people tell me I still have a long way to go, I usually respond with, “No way!” Mostly because time is flying by right now. I don’t know what’s with the 3rd trimester, but it’s going crazy fast.
If I look uncomfortable here, it’s because I am. I’ve got some bladder issues…a little UTI TMI for you…but hey, I’m just telling it like it is. Ever since the weekend, it feels like someone is setting off fireworks in my bladder while simultaneously refilling it again and again with gasoline. Add to that a baby bean who absolutely loves using mama’s bladder as a trampoline and you get this lovely look on my face. Yesterday was especially miserable, prompting me to schedule a date with a urine sample cup after endless amounts of cranberry juice and coconut water. But the doc is on top of things and calling me in some meds shortly. Sweet relief is on the horizon! Can’t complain too much, this is fairly minor and somewhat common for pregnant women. A dear, dear friend of mine who is also pregnant is facing some much more serious issues currently and she’s on my mind a lot right now, so I’m counting my blessings that I’m doing alright these days. But we text and laugh a lot back and forth to keep ourselves occupied…comparing bladder stories is the new norm, apparently.
It’s getting harder and harder to see my feet these days. And I have one that I lovingly refer to as the “elefoot.” It’s the only thing that swells for now, but it swells every summer anyway since I injured it a few years back (don’t ask how, or I’ll be forced to tell you an embarassing story where I was laid up and in a brace for weeks thanks to something as simple as jumping jacks…)
This top is one of the original shirts first bought for me in the 1st trimester by my mom. It’s striped, as usual, but I’ve embraced horizontal striping since being pregnant! It also has tiny gold specks in it, which you can’t see here, but I love me some sparkle! And it has a flouncy, bouncy bow type of thingamajig that I dig. But with my girth ever-growing, it’s getting a bit short and its days may be numbered. Seems I’m retiring shirts left and right these days. I’d rather be wearing my favorite t shirt and leggings anyway, but that’s not exactly work appropriate.
9 weeks to go, still so much to do in what seems like not enough time! In addition to working full-time…I’m basically a sloth when my butt hits the couch minutes from getting home at the end of the day. That’s why last night’s dinner was Taco Bell (mmm burritos). Because a pregnant woman looking like the hunchback of Notre Dame thanks to bladder pain, was not about to cook dinner.
Oh, and be a dear and vote for us to win a wedding…
(shameless self-promotion at its finest)