And so we enter the third trimester.
Let the nesting begin.
I have now rearranged the furniture in the nursery at least five times. With Scott volunteering to make the eight hour drive from Denver to Draper, Utah, to go to IKEA, I imagine I'll likely rearrange the furniture in there at least two or three more times when all is said and done (and that's probably a conservative estimate.) I also bought diapers last week. Yep. Diapers. Because along with nesting comes a certain amount of hoarding. Which is why I also bought diaper rash creme, vaseline, baby laundry detergent, and an arsenal of earth/baby friendly cleaning products.
Baby Girl Weygandt, at this point, is pretty much just baking off. She now has all five senses, which I think is just wild. Her ears and inner ears are fully developed so she can officially eavesdrop on my conversations while maintaining a sense of balance. She's still giving David Beckham a run for his money in my belly. She's about 14 inches from head to toe, and, following the produce growth chart, is about the size of a large eggplant.
Tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment and we'll be doing some more blood-work including an anemia test and the glucose tolerance test, which is a screening test for gestational diabetes. The timing is good, I suppose, because I have completed my mission to visit every ice cream parlor in Boulder, Colorado (where I work). Instead of my regular lunch or coffee meetings, I've been pulling the pregnancy card every chance I get and scheduling ice cream meetings. And it's been a good run. Fingers crossed that the doc doesn't tell me to lay off the sugar tomorrow because, seriously, that's all I've got. I can't indulge in an adult beverage (oh, what I would do for a margarita), I can't get a real caffeine fix, so delicious desserts - that's all I have left. Please, oh please, don't take that away from me! Because while I may have visited all the locations, there are so many flavors still to be savored.
13 weeks, 6 days and counting...
Omg, I am SO getting gestational diabetes. I try to get sweets every chance I get and I have no excuse!
ReplyDeleteSweetie this is so exciting (and informative!)