Sugar Free!

Here we are at week 27 and I am happy to report that I do not have gestational diabetes! Now that that test is out of the way it wasn't so bad, but it did make me feel bad when I had to do it. It's weird, but I looked at it as some sort of mile stone; a check point. I'm not sure there are anymore "check points" from here on out. We had another OB appointment this morning and per the doctor, appointments will become more frequent soon. She said starting at 30 week appointments will be every other week to monitor for things like pre eclampsia and other difficulties that can fly under the radar. That sort of made me excited, we're coming down to the last 3 months and soon we'll get to meet this little screaming, bundle 'o poop.

He's become more active. Like a LOT. I've been feeling him rolling around, getting comfortable, a few times I've felt his little, not-sure-which body part in my ribs. Nothing too painful, although I hear that will change, but that is a really cool feeling. He's woken me up in the morning with his rolling, and I've caught myself waking in the middle of the night with my hands on my belly, feeling for him. It's such a weird phenomenon to love someone SO much and be SO protective and not have met them yet.

Enough of the mush.

I bought him some headphones... well, ok. I bought myself some headphones in his name... (I have a feeling this will happen more than once)... and yes, I've subjected him to the Beastie Boys. He started moving around like crazy! I felt really stupid because I got really excited that he was moving a lot, and then I read that babies can easily startle... Was I scaring him? Sheesh. The volume was really low, but still...

ok ok. they're for me.

look at me. big dummy. scaring my baby half to death probably.

We're gonna focus on classical music from now on...

ps. why didn't someone advise against the stripes?!

So as time has gone on, I've noticed I've developed an absurd fear of stairs. It came on so subtly too... I'm going along, doing my thing and I'm not scared of heights, I consider myself a thrill seeker, and I come to a set of stairs and I'm like an elephant around a mouse. Terrified! I find I have to constantly look at the stairs, and sometimes when I'm going down them, I find myself a little confused for a moment like I'm about to misstep and fall. Weird! Where the heck did that come from? Is it due to the change in my center of gravity? I think I have like 8 steps to get into my house and I find myself having to even be careful on those. I sort of feel like the character on What About Bob... having to do "baby steps" and talk myself through getting down the stairs without falling. Has anyone else experienced that? 

Terrifying.

I've also noticed that I seem to be growing in a span of hours these days. I went to work one morning and I could zip my coat without difficulty. When I left the hospital to go home, I found myself having to struggle. Like the kid getting his snow suit on in A Christmas Story. You remember that kid don't you? Well you should because it's the best Christmas movie EVER! 

I can't put my arms down!

I'll have you know I can STILL zip my coat... technically. It takes some effort, some special breathing techniques are required, but hopefully this weather will change soon and I can put that jacket away anyway! Bring on the moo moo's and the flip flops! 

I sat down to skype with the husband last night and when I sat down, the belly decided to hit some buttons and change my screens on the computer. I couldn't help but laugh... 

Kris: "Those buttons are hangin' on for dear life." 

Whoa.

I'm not a big fan of bare belly photos for myself. My skin is pretty much translucent, it's more red around the bottom part of my belly because of the increased blood flow and again, I'm super pale. This is probably the closest I will get to posting a bare belly pic on the interwebs. I have to keep in mind someday Vanson might be able to dig this stuff up in an archive somewhere and I don't want to scare him. Apparently, I've done that enough with the headphones... (Sorry honey)