Hello from my *official* third trimester! Lots of journally pregnancy stuff these next two paragraphs, so skip to the third if you just want to hear about our Independence Day. I've been rounding up to the third trimester for almost a month now, and according to me I'm at 30 weeks today. But this last week I had my "28 week" appointment so now it's official official. I passed my glucose test, but my bloodwork results came back with some pretty definitive anemia. Which honestly I'm glad to know because now there's an explanation for the impossible, unmanageable levels of fatigue I've been having for several weeks now. Any productivity levels I picked up during the second trimester are nowhere to be found anymore. (And this explains why I started wallpapering the nursery 3 weeks ago and now nearly a month later we are barely halfway done, yikes. I have like one panel in me at a time and then I have to take a break for several days. It's going to be so cute when it's done though!) My doctor prescribed me an iron supplement and lots of rest, and he and Jared assure me that if I'm diligent to take the iron every day I'll have my levels back up in a month. Which feels like a long ways away but once again, at least I'm not barfing!!!! Exhaustion over barfing every day of the week, always and forever, amen. (Still on the nausea meds though--I think I'm as weaned down as I'm going to get since I tried to cut down more this week and it didn't go well. Glad they're helping and that they double as allergy meds.)
Hopefully getting my iron levels up will be enough to boost me back into a realm of semi-normalcy, because my sleep is taking a HIT now that we're in the third trimester. This happened with Jack too. My round ligament pains and Braxton Hicks come on months before birth and are pretty aggressive. Every night I'm waking up to either bad cramps (round ligament pain) or the most awful charley horses imaginable. Then I'm also frequently waking up to allergies and/or asthma (an air purifier in our room has been helping a lot in this area though). And as of this weekend, my uterus has officially encroached on my bladder enough that we are in chronic interstitial cystitis mode. Booooooo. I was really hoping by some miracle it wouldn't come to this. I have a painful bladder condition called interstitial cystitis that I've learned a lot about over the past 8 years and can keep very well controlled when I'm not pregnant. But with my bladder under constant strain now I'm starting to have daily flare-ups (a flare-up basically feels like an intense and sudden UTI). With Jack they were so bad that anytime I woke up during the night I'd have to take a hot bath while sipping a full quart of ice water to try and relieve some of the pain so I could fall back asleep. Lots of 3 a.m. baths back then, and I'm sure many 3 a.m. baths in my future. But for now my best defense is drinking water nonstop, and so far that's keeping the IC more mild than last time (last time I was overwhelmingly nauseous the full 40 weeks so I physically could not drink enough water to stay ahead of the IC). Overall it looks like 3rd trimester might be turbulent, but I'm still doing sooooo much better than I was at this point with Jack. Baby girl is kicking up a storm. It's fun that Jack can feel her now (Jared too, but extra sweet with Jack).
Let's do some 4th of July pics to finish up! Jared's mom and brother ended up coming to spend the afternoon/evening with us after all which made the holiday more fun. We had a potluck with ward friends for lunch, then when Jared's family arrived we drove into Arlington to watch a parade, then we threw together a yummy dinner and watched fireworks from our driveway. I wasn't expecting much, but WOW. Granite Falls delivered. There are no restrictions on fireworks here that I'm aware of, and our neighbors did not hold back. The evening started with some respectable driveway displays before it got dark (Jared's mom sprung for a big box of fireworks that Jack loved watching--sparklers were his favorite). Then after they left and Jack went to bed, it started to get dark and the aerials came out to play. At one point I felt like we were watching 3 professional firework shows at once--2 off in the distance and one just down the street from us so we were watching from directly beneath them. It was the first time in my memory that I didn't wait for the fireworks to end to turn in for the night. Impressive displays just kept going for hours and hours. Eventually I was like, "I think I've seen enough big fireworks" and we went to bed. Savvy is usually a bit skittish on July 4th, but the fireworks were so constant that I think she got used to them and I swear I caught her intently watching a firework showdown out our bedroom window while I was falling asleep haha.
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