Rounding The Bend

So, we're rounding the bend of the second trimester and heading into the third and I can't believe how fast this pregnancy is going.  It's no surprise really what with taking care of Alexandra, work, school work, plus whatever social activities we have going on (especially since the summer started and everyone is officially out of hibernation).  During the week we're lucky if we get to veg out by 9:00.

A lot of people have remarked on how "little" I am though I believe that term is relative as I feel like at least the size of a small sedan, not quite a house, yet.  But give it time, I say, because it wasn't until the third trimester when I was pregnant with Alex that I began to really pack on the pounds.  It was at that time that I realized no matter what I did I was going to gain weight and therefore what I ate didn't matter.  It wasn't that I ate a lot I just ate less quality food.  Since my last doctor's appointment I'd gained about 5 pounds so we'll see what the grand total is on Wednesday.

Whoever is in there is quite the mover (and sitting very low hence my suspicion this may very well be a boy).  In fact I've woken up a few times during the night recently and realized that what probably woke me up was the tap dance routine taking place in my belly.  There is a lot of kicking and jabbing and definitely a lot of hiccuping but luckily (s)he is still relatively small and not very strong, yet.

Also, my hormones are INFRICKINGSANE.  I sh*t you not when I say that I cried watching Shaun of the Dead yesterday.  Have you seen it?  The comedy/horror flick about zombies (and admittedly one of my favorite movies).  Words can't even describe how stupid I knew it was for me to be crying.  *rolling eyes at self*

I'm still taking my ballet class every week though we'll be going on a two-week hiatus very soon.  My center of gravity is definitely off and I can barely stand in the center of the room and point my toe forward without falling over.  Last night we watched a documentary about Russian prima ballerinas with the Kirov and Marcus wondered if my ballet classes look like their rehearsals.  In an effort not to shatter his apparently really impressive image of my dance ability I replied "Yes, honey, they do."  That's love if you ask me.  Not many men would see a 100 pound (maybe) ballerina and think their pregnant wife must look like that when dancing.  Ah, amore.

So, I guess that's about it for now.  I can feel my energy being zapped more and more every day and really, there isn't an end in sight because once the new baby arrives energy levels will be at practically zero.  Yay?