T3: Less than 3 Months Left

This past week I welcomed my third trimester with open arms. The extreme heat has arrived in the valley, and it makes it all just a bit more exhausting, but I'm happy to be in the home stretch. Being pregnant is cool, and it's really neat to feel all those kicks and movements, but I'm ready to have the baby and not have the extra baggage. And the baggage will only get significantly larger and heavier throughout the summer. Of course, my real wish is for the babe to stay put for another couple months at least and to have a smooth delivery and a healthy child. But this belly is the same density as a medicine ball, and it's very cumbersome. (Really, you should poke it when you see me. It's uncanny.) Friday night at Jess's 30th birthday (Happy Birthday, JE!), it was described as torpedo-like. I quite like the comparison. It's only been in the last couple weeks that it's torpedoed. And my belly button remains prominently poked out. Below is the most impressive profile picture of my belly that I've captured to date.

It makes me laugh when I look back at this because I thought I looked SO pregnant. I don't even see a belly there now.

As I look at the pictures below, I see a very full and very tired face. Which probably has everything to do with the fact that it is fat, and I am tired, and I rarely get ready or do my hair before I take these pictures (lazy, lazy girl). It goes with the territory, I suppose.

But medicine-ball torpedo belly aside, I'm pretty thankful that for the most part I feel pretty good, and that as far as I know, everything is still progressing normally. Pregnancy is danged scary, and I'll be so relieved when I have a healthy baby in my arms. But I suppose then I'll have a whole new slew of things to worry about.

My parents were kind enough to gift us a dresser that matches the crib we were given, so we picked that up this week. It's so pretty. And on top of that, I received a delivery of a few more goodies from Land of Nod and ordered a mobile from Etsy and a rug yesterday. Baby steps, I guess. Though everyone knows that decorating a nursery is all for me. It's not like the baby cares. I will, however, make sure he has something to eat, somewhere to sleep, diapering supplies, and a carseat before he gets here. That's really all he needs, right?

On another note, I made it through the Mumford & Sons concert the other night, and I regret to tell you that it was a bit of a flop. We had lawn tickets and sat way in the back. I can understand not being able to see very well...it was our fault for not getting there early and getting better seats on the lawn. But you couldn't really hear the music. They didn't have the speakers on that stretched over the middle of the lawn, and I'm not sure whose fault that was, but it was a terrible move. You could talk in a normal voice to the person next to you, and even as someone who can't stand loud noise, I'd have to say that it was quite the disappointment. Now for the people who bought real tickets and sat up close, I heard that it was a spectacular show. But for us, it was just like sitting on the grass and talking to your friends with Mumford & Sons playing quietly in the background. So that, combined with the fact that I felt a fatigue previously unfamiliar to me the next day at work makes me sad to admit that it was probably not worth it, even though they probably are my favorite band.

I'm heading back to my uber-productive Sunday. We had a great weekend way out here. We kicked it off by closing down Jess's birthday on Friday night, followed by a relaxing day yesterday, an Italian feast at Nick's, and errands and to-dos for me and motorcycle riding and boating for Big D today.