I picked up What to Expect When You Are Expecting again (shelved it months ago when I got to the labor and delivery parts – seemed so far off it was nearly irrlevant). Ugh. Matt says I should stop reading the pregnancy books because they make me grumpy. It’s hard to swallow though – reading lists of ways that my body will change in irrepairable ways, things I should buy because we’ll need them, things I shouldn’t buy because we’ll never use them, to breastfeed, not to breastfeed…phew! Gives me a headache just thinking about it. So, based on the recommendation of a friend, I dragged Matt to Borders with me and picked up two new books, this time on parenting. From what I gather they are more frank, sarcastic, and comical than they are play books for perfect children, which may be exactly what I need to shift gears from worrying about laboring this child to remembering how fun it is all going to undoubtedly be in the end. (Can you tell I’m getting a little nervous as the coundown to the third – and final – trimester begins?)

All in all, I’m feeling pretty good and I have nothing much to complain about in the way of pregnancy symptoms. Aside from a few minor irritations, like an ever expanding caboose and feet that are only comfortable in flip flops, my second trimester has been kind to me. Benji gets more active every day, but I am starting notice that he is on a pretty predictable schedule with the napping and the tap dancing. I can’t really lay on my back anymore because it is getting to be too much weight on my spine, and I can tell he doesn’t like it because he actually gets a little fussy and calms down when I roll onto my side or make some other sort of acceptable adjustment.

In two weeks (the start of the third trimester) we go in for the 3D/4D ultrasound and the standard glucose testing. God I hope I don’t randomly develop gestational diabetes – vanilla ice cream and rainbow sprinkles are my friend and I don’t think I’m willing to voluntarily give them up right now. This week, on Wednesday, we stop by a local day care/nursery school to see if it looks like the kind of place to stash your three month old baby when you’re forced to go back to work and leave him in the hands of random strangers. The lady I spoke to on the phone was very nice, which softened the blow a bit when I realized how much day care expenses are going to run on a weekly basis. It’s amazing how much money it costs to have someone feed, burp, and change a baby on your behalf.