Week 28…AKA The Third Trimester

Finally. We have arrived at the much-anticipated third trimester. While my body has been screaming third for the last few weeks, with the additions of pelvic widening and what I am assuming is sciatica, I had been enjoying my second trimester. Although, admittedly, I was ready for a change. From what I hear, the third trimester is no walk in the park. Supposedly many of my first trimester symptoms, like nausea and vomiting, will be making a comeback. Hooray.

This week alone has been quite eventful and I dare say…freaky.


We’ve set a date for our baby shower, which is being hosted by my lovely friend, Deb. She’s a mother of two awesome (and insightful) little boys and has been SUCH a help with all things new-baby related. She helped me pick out just about everything on our Babies R Us gift registry, right down to recommending a tried and true brand of diaper rash ointment.

Two Ups, Two Downs

The Ups

1. I took the GD test two weeks ago and got the results last Thursday…PASSED, with flying colors. This is a huge relief since, as most of you will remember, I was pretty concerned about it. Also during this appointment we got the regular evals: urine (fine), weight (annoying, but doc said I’m trending so nothing to worry about…I’ll just have more to lose postpartum), fundal height (28 cm), and fetal heart rate (155bps, good and strong).

2. We had another sonogram last Friday, during which we got to see THe baby again. He was all wiggles and a bit evasive. But, he’s growing well and that’s what’s important. According to the sonographer, THe baby is (or was, a week ago) 2.9 pounds and has a heart rate of 145 (lower than the day before, but I figure it’s more accurate since the OB was using a portable Doppler rather than a finely-tuned ultrasound wand) bps…which SHOULD be slowing as we get closer to the EDD.

The Downs

1. Continued pelvic and lower back pain make moving about pretty difficult. And it’s pretty sucky feeling a hundred at 31.

2. This happened. At the urging of my mom, I called the doctor yesterday and got a return phone call this morning. Again… normal. I just need to be on the look out for severe abdominal pain and cramping, in which case I am to call back to see the doc ASAP. I guess the outcome is an Up, but the event was DEFINITELY a Down.


Other random events of the past two weeks included Jason starting jury duty and being put on a trial (we’re hoping they finish deliberations today!). As a result of last week’s car mishap, my dad was staying here this week to help drive Jason to jury duty downtown and stay with me during the day. Since we got the car back on Wednesday evening, my dad is going back home tonight. It will be lonely, but hopefully Jason won’t be put on another trial during his last week of jury duty.

Now that I’m 28 weeks, it’s recommended that I track fetal movements daily. A good test to go by is the ten-in-twelve test. This means that baby should be moving (ie kicking) ten times in a twelve-hour period. There are loads of resources to help us mommies track the kicks we feel. There are downloadable charts and tons of apps. I shelled out the .99 for this one, and have started tracking.

I finally (like, this morning) got around to making these:

They are Banana Bran muffins. I got the recipe off our box of Kroger Bran Flakes. They are pretty good for a bran muffin. Both my dad and I have had our share, and we’re saving the rest for Jason  and for consumption at a later time… like desert or something.


One, Two, KICK

At our 27-week OB appointment, we got an unexpected referral for another sonogram.  It was amazing to get to see THe little man again.

Apparently he was holding a tight, armadillo pose, which made it REALLY difficult for any 3D pics to turn out well. We got one, but it’s really hard to make anything out except part of his hand (covering his face again) and a bit of his nose.

Speaking of noses…check out my kid’s shnoz:

THe baby has his poppa’s nose…IMO.

The whole time the sonographer was sonographing(?), el babé was moving and kicking:

He’ll either play soccer or black belt in Karate.

He’s got a nice, strong heartbeat and has grown so much! He’s already 2.9 pounds (right on target for his age). And I’m growing right along with him: my fundus measured at 28 cm, which is well within a healthy growth range for 27 weeks–roughly your fundus measures in cm the same as your week in pregnancy, give or take a week or cm.

Getting to see THe baby made the events of the rest of the day–busted fuel line and subsequent 9-gallon fuel spill at the gas station, as well as the realization that we will be spending our furnace repair money on fixing the car–manageable.

The Halftime Show

Yet another hurdle has been reached, jumped over, and left in the dust. Today is Saturday, which means that I’m one day into a new week. This week, baby BOY and I are in week 21. So if we’re keeping score, we’ve got 19 (hooray!) weeks and 6 days until D-day (delivery day/ due day).

On Wednesday, the little one was measuring in at about 20 weeks, 4 days (instead of 19 weeks, 5 days), which the sonographer told us was just fine since at this point, estimating the fetal age has a good 5-7 day margin of error. Not too shabby. Maybe we’ll have our 10-11-12 baby after all.

We are expecting a lil’ man, which was kind of a surprise, kinda not. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a little boy. Mainly because I want to dress him in little man suits. And before you ask, yes, I would ‘let’ him wear them all the time. I don’t think there is anything cuter than an infant in formal wear.

On the flip side, Jason and I had settled on a solid name for a girl. Complete with a first name that paid homage to both sides of the family, a power-name for the middle name, and a Hebrew name (after my maternal grandmother). Because of this, we were pretty well sold on living in Girl Town. Not the case.

Boy Town looks to be very fun, filled with little boy things. And we are grateful for the opportunity to live there. Our town does have a name, which we’re probably keeping under wraps until closer to the afore-mentioned D-day.