I am nearly 7 months pregnant. That seems like a LOT pregnant. I have 1 week left of my 2nd trimester. Since it took me a few weeks in to get to that “renewed sense of well-being” that lots of people talk about for the 2nd tri, I hope that I can start the uncomfortable, irritable, anxious part of the 3rd trimester a bit late too, like, let’s have that set in around week 39.
I am still jogging here and there, trying to hold onto my fitness as long as possible (thank you belly bra and belly band). I feel FULL every time I eat, so I find myself eating smaller amounts more often. My pre-pregnancy jeans will no longer button. That lasted a long time, but I am still bummed. My chest is (for me) enormous. The baby got the hiccups for the first time last week, and she continues to make her presence known, often.
Sometimes I feel panicked about the time I have left and all that I need to get done. Now that my trips and one birthday is over, I hope to focus on some of my to-do’s. I am pretty sure the time is going to fly by and pretty soon I am going to be posting pictures of the Pickle in the teeny tiny hats I made her. Jason seems to be getting more excited, which is really sweet to see. I am pretty excited to meet her too, and smell her.
PS. Making good progress on her blessing day bonnet.
PPS. I am starting to think about public middle schools in Manhattan for Phoebe, summer week-long camps for both girls and baby announcements for Pickle, so if you have recommendations for any of that, please leave them in the comments.