28 Weeks Today...Hello Third Trimester!

Excuse my crazy hair...it's pouring out and also I slept on wet hair.  It's the week before Christmas break, people.  Let's just be happy I'm at work.

28 Weeks With Ira...and apparently this is my "first day of first tri shirt" because it happens be what I wore today too! Crazy!

Marination Time: 28 weeks today and officially into the third trimester.  I'm so sad this pregnancy is coming to a close! Slow down, time!!!!

Feeling: Great since I passed my GD test....but I'm still spot checking my blood sugar and following the diet because I don't want this baby to get any bigger.  Ira actually lifted my shirt the other day, patted my belly and said "Francie big girl!" Thanks, buddy.  Thanks.  

Cravings: Cravings aren't too bad, and so far I'm not having TOO hard of a time following the GD diet.  I'm sure it will be tough at Christmas but I'll make it.  

#2 Compared to #1: Actually looking pretty similar if you ask me, though if anyone else tells me I look bigger this time, I might cut them.

Movement: Feeling kicks more up high now, under my rib cage like Ira used to do.  Hoping that's a good sign that she's moving toward being head down.

Sleep: Well, when my weirdo weenie dog Peggy Sue doesn't wake up with barking and growling while laying on my chest, I do ok.  Also, Ira has taken to waking up some nights at 3, 4, or 5. Or even 6, which is actually the worst because then I never go back to sleep.  He will usually calm down and go back to sleep if I just tuck him back in, but I'm such a crappy sleeper that I can't go back to sleep and then I'm up half the darn night.

Highlight of the Week: It's almost Christmas break!!!!! Praise the Lord and hallelujah.

Big Bro Pic of the Week:

We went to see Santa at the Honeycutt Realty Christmas party...but Ira thinks Santa is a terrorist.  In fact, even getting a picture with Santa while also having me in the frame was not a possibility.  Being within 10 feet of Santa makes Ira feel like he needs to assault Santa.  Oh well, I decided it was probably more important to me than it was to him and let it go.  There's always next year!