Week 29: The Real Deal

In the interest of "keeping it real," here are a few of the surprisingly intense parts about the third trimester of pregnancy:

1. The Return of the Nausea.

The other day while making dinner, I had abandon my sautee-ing duties and sit down for a bit. Suddenly every smell of our dinner was appaling, and my apetite, which had been outrageous just moments prior, had essentially evaporated. But the websites say not eating only makes nausea worse, so I bucked up and ate some of our homemade pizza with lackluster enthusiasm, feeling like a bummer of a dinner companion for my patient partner in crime.

2. Hyperactive Hormones!

Everything makes me cry. Walking out of our front door on Friday, I found our sidewalk covered in chalk art, wishing me happy birthday. There were drawings of pregnant flowers, nutria, even a pregnant pause. Cue: tears.

Call from the doctor: "Gluclose levels good, but you need more iron." ---> Tears.

Stefin's home an hour later than he said he'd be ----> Tears.

I find out he was late because he was getting supplies and making me a card as part of the surprise party he was throwing for me ----> Tears.

Students flash mob the cafeteria doors after somebody throws milk. They refuse to turn around and clean up their mess; cafeteria lady lectures me about getting in front of running middle-schoolers while pregnant ---> Tears.

Emotional moment on LOST? ---> Duh, tears.

I promise I'm okay. It's just: Every. Little. Thing. I'm starting to understand what my mom said about when she was pregnant: about feeling like she'd been invaded by an alien.

Fortunately, Baby keeps kicking and wiggling in ways that always make me smile. And I've figured out how to stretch up and to the left to get its foot out from the place it likes to get lodged between my ribs.

AND I have an amazing fiance who does everything he possibly can to make me feel better.

There are many more good things that deserve thanking (family, The Universe, Huck the cat, Josh, Colleen et.al,) but I'm feeling a bit naseous again, so you'll have to excuse my brevity.