I tipped over today. At church. In front of people. I was bending down getting Addison a water bottle out of my bag and the weight of my stomach pulled me forward and off balance and I just tipped over. Talk about embarrassing. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Kenny’s good friend was close by and he laughed – in a nice way – and helped me up. It was pretty comical I guess. I’m just a bit front heavy these days.

My doctor is going to induce me at the beginning of April so I’m down to just two months left. YEA. I was induced with Ellie because I was almost a week late and then she was big (8 lbs 8 oz) and broke her collar bone during delivery. Broken collar bones for babies have to just heal on their own. Made for a VERY fussy newborn (poor thing). My doctor said Ellie was way too big of a baby for me to deliver, so with Addison she induced me a week early. Everything went MUCH smoother (she was 6 lbs 10 oz) so the plan is to do the same with this little one. I don’t want to have him on April Fools Day, but we’ll pick a day soon after that.

I love being induced. Obviously I don’t know any different, but it’s right up my planner personality. I love that I wake up in the morning and know – today I’m going to have my baby. My bags are packed, house is in order, out of town parents are in town to help, Kenny has arranged his work schedule so he can be there. And I feel ready and anxious and excited. Guess I’ll never exclaim “I think my water just broke!” in the middle of a restaurant (which always looks so exciting in the movies), but I’m ok with that. I’m a planner.

This baby is moving around so much and I LOVE it. It’s a constant reminder to me that everything is ok.

I’ve gained 20 pounds so far. Good times.

I’m always hot. Kenny and I are sleeping under separate covers because I can’t stand our heavy blanket.

I’m not quite as hungry as I have been the past few months. I feel full for at least 45 minutes now instead of 10. Rootbeer sounds good all the time – full or not.

I miss sleeping on my back.

Because of my first trip to the ER I was put on “pelvic rest” (great term) and couldn’t exercise. My doctor told me I could start exercising again just in time for my second trip to the ER over Christmas. My knee still isn’t completely healed and this has been the longest time I have ever gone without exercising. I miss it. I really miss it. I miss aerobics. I miss my treadmill. I miss my workout mix on my ipod. I miss the regulars at the gym. I miss the kids club. I miss that 45 minutes of sweaty me time that made me feel good the rest of the day. Very much looking forward to being able to exercise again.

I’m puffy. I’ve entered the retaining water stage and everything is getting swollen. My feet, my fingers, my face. I so despise this part of the third trimester. Like it’s not enough to be gaining weight in every part of my body – but my face too? Can’t I just keep my face the way it is? Can’t I just look in the mirror in the morning and have one thing look normal? Apparently not.

My back is really starting to hurt. Especially by the end of the day. Back pain during the third trimester is the hardest thing for me about being pregnant. I feel lucky that back pain is the worst of it, but still, not fun. It’s getting a lot harder to do things like bathe the girls and bend over to wash their hair. They might not smell as good as they usually do during the next two months. :)

Speaking of my girls, they are so excited about this baby. They talk about him and to him non-stop. I seem to have little hands on my stomach all day long. This baby boy will have three mommys and more love and attention than he’ll know what to do with.

So…two more months. I can do that. We are all anxiously awaiting this little guy’s arrival!