See! The terrifying HAM-FOOTED GIRL! She has NO ANKLES!
or, Fred Flintstone called and he wants his feet back.
Yup, it's very third trimester 'round here. Stuff hurts that didn't hurt before, I'm storing up fluid like a camel whose hump has been mysteriously relocated to its lower legs, I'm fifteen kinds of klutzy, sleep is a challenge, and I have two regularly scheduled crying jags per day. There's Morning Crying Time, generally while driving to work, and Evening Crying Time when I get home. So I guess my hormones are all over the place, too.
The good parts are, uh...
Well, I do like being able to feel the boy moving around in there. It's very reassuring and friendly. And I'm enjoying the big belly, at least the part where I can get out of the shower and yell, "make room for me giant preggo belly!" and scare Gracie.
The new apartment is great, although I've stalled out pretty dramatically on the Getting Stuff Put Away front. I've made a little progress on sewing curtains for the baby's room, but that's about it. Maybe this weekend.
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