How far along? 25 weeks
Total weight gain? 7 lbs.
Movement? Yes, ouch.
Best moment this week: Getting an early Christmas present from Kyle, putting up our wreath, getting the house nice and clean
Worst moment this week: Oof. Heartburn, fatigue, just generally uncomfortable. This goes on for another 15 weeks?!
I'm feeling much more festive today -- Kyle talked me into accepting one of my Christmas presents early last night and gave me a totally beautiful winter coat. He wanted to make sure that both me and the baby stay nice and toasty, and I got a big thrill wearing it outside when it was snowing this morning.
In other news -- if I'm being honest, I'm not totally loving pregnancy anymore. I mean, I didn't enjoy the first trimester at all -- sick sick sick. But then the second trimester hit, and suddenly I felt wonderful. Food tasted amazing, I was showing just a little bit, I was thinking about baby names and nursery decor. It was awesome.
This past week, though, the harsh physical realities of "what to expect when you're expecting" are just beginning to rear their ugly heads. Things like ridiculous back pain, and occasional heartburn from the fiery pits of hell, and difficulty leaning forward to paint my toenails. I'm getting all awkward turtle, and I'm not happy about it. How is this supposed to go on until March?!
Don't get me wrong -- first of all, I'm still very happy to be pregnant. I'm so excited to meet little Bunny, but I want he or she cookin' in there a lot longer. And my pregnancy woes are nothing compared to many of the what-ifs that go along with expecting.
But I sort of wish we could fast-forward to March (pausing only for Christmas celebrations). I'm tired of having "a bump," and I'm not looking forward to it basically doubling (tripling? Please God no) in size. My face is puffy, my back is sore, and I'm pretty certain there's a waddle walk in my future. I've officially gone from happy-pregnant to grumpy-pregnant -- and about 14 weeks too soon.