Twelve weeks to go - YIKES!

I'm now entering the third trimester - twelve weeks to go until miniPenguin is due to arrive. Twelve weeks! I can’t believe how quickly things have gone. It’s so unreal. In some ways it still feels as if I had just found out yesterday, although not quite, as miniPenguin is giving me quite the kicking treatment as I write…

Things have been very easy-going for the most part; no real problems or issues worth mentioning. Of course certain things have been a bit strange – all I seem to want to eat is refried beans and rice with salsa and melted cheese. Or pasta and tomatoes. Washed down with a shitload of candy. And I don’t miss wine or beer; giving up alcohol has been surprisingly easy, which is not something I had expected. I’ve been very lucky, I suppose. It’s my first pregnancy ever, and I don’t know if all of this is “normal” or not, as it seems like everyone experiences so different things that it’s difficult to qualify “normal” vs. otherwise…

So it’s just as well I’m writing on one of my few off-days. Because I do get them. Really. I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically right now. The Norwegian Skeptics Conference - Kritisk Masse - was this weekend. Yesterday was especially exhausting as it involved sitting for hours in a dark assembly room, listening to (very interesting) lectures, and then dinner and entertainment afterward. We started at 9 am, I left for home after 10 pm. I think. I attended some of the (equally interesting) lectures today, but my body kept saying “no.” It needed natural light, and fresh air, and some more rest than I had gotten that night. So after 28 weeks, I have discovered that my pregnant body does not like being deprived of natural light or fresh air for very long durations. (How did I manage two different long haul trips?) I suppose not drinking enough water to avoid having to run out and pee during the middle of a lecture didn’t help too much either. Hmmf. I was hoping to do a workout today to perhaps make me feel a little better, but no. I had a headache and figured the best thing would be to lie down or something. I feel a little better now, but still woozy. I should be OK for tomorrow though…

I’m also noticing that the growing Ball of Baby, which will probably be a Death Star of Baby at the very end (especially considering the rate I’m gobbling down M&Ms), is making simple things a bit more difficult. Like bending or even squatting down to pick stuff up. And speaking of squats, barbell squats and deadlifts are rather challenging when there’s a big Ball of Baby in the way of everything. Cardio workouts are also getting more challenging as my diaphragm and lungs are being compressed. I can still jog though, and that’s a good thing. I haven’t really started feeling things too much in my back – I have a very strong back – but I know it will eventually come. However, I will continue working out and trying to live as normally as possible until it is absolutely impossible to do so.

The one thing both husband of feitpingvin and I have not been doing, is actually getting our shit together with regard to preparation for miniPenguin’s arrival. We have some baby clothes and some carrying gear – that’s it. We don’t have any other stash. We really need to do that. Soon. The upcoming Christmas/New Year holidays are going to interfere with getting shit together, and once that’s over there will be three weeks left and anything can happen. We really need to get it together right now…

Oh, and we’re going to do a 3D ultrasound in about two weeks. Hopefully, we’ll find out if we’re having a Pingu or a Pinga this time around!