28 and one half weeks. I am now officially in my last trimester. Didn't know if I was ever going to get to this point or not and now I feel like time is flying by.  My free time is filled up with researching car seats, strollers, pumps and pediatricians. Cloth diapers or disposable?

Fortunately, I have made it up this far without people trying to touch my stomach... until recently. Perhaps I should be thankful that those that attempt with their lives are not perfect strangers, but at the same time, do you not know me??? You don't touch me, not before, and not now!  Just because there is a parasite growing inside of me does not give liberty to touch it. I will take your head.

Playdough. It seems a harmless enough of a word, until you pair it with ankles. Playdough ankles. ewww. Two weeks ago I found that I had pitting edema around my ankles/sock line.  Knowing that pitting edema can be a sign of pre-eclampsia I, of course remained calm (ha!). Since I didn't have a stick to pee on to see if there was protein, I frantically tried to take my own manual blood pressure while dressed in my running clothes before I made it out for a quick....err i mean slow... run...jog(?)  My blood pressure was normal, and Google made me feel better about it so off I went. When it came time for my monthly doctor's appointment I spent the entire time while I was in the waiting room and office room waiting for the doctor trying to remember what the condition was called.  All I could think to say was "Dr, I had an issue with playdough ankles".  Fortunately, pitting edema came to me just before the doctor knocked on the door.

Aside from "playdough ankles" I had been doing fine. Today I hurt. My lower back just hurt.  My run (cough *jog* cough) yesterday made me feel like I was trying to accomplish a marathon, and I swear Spuds was trying to brace himself in there!  Today's venture wasn't as painful but definitely slow and actually made me question how much longer I might be able to keep up with it.

The dresser arrived the other week!  Sunday, Chris and his dad worked very diligently on trying to put it together while I rested in the other room. Listening to their conversation made me very thankful I was not involved.  Unfortunately, they forgot to send us a piece so that the last drawer could be put together. After attempting Home Depot on Monday, I just called the company to ask for one to be sent to us. 

It's not the same color as the crib, but it's pretty close.  I am anxious to finally put the room together and hang up some of the decorations.