Current mood : Large and in charge of nothing (particularly my bladder)
I’ve had a relatively easy pregnancy. No puking, no bedrest and I’ve managed not to kill anyone due to these crazy hormones, but I’m still feeling those “Get this baby out of me” third trimester vibes. The braxton hicks are constant these days and simple tasks such as grocery shopping make me feel like I just ran a marathon that I didn’t train for.
The nesting has also hit me pretty hard these past few weeks. My normal neat freak tendancies have been pushed into overdrive and I’ve found myself organizing the spare pillow cases in the back of the upstairs closet. The order in which they’re stacked really won’t have any impact on my life, but just in case, I’d better tidy them up.