28 Weeks down. 12 to go. And... Happy New Year!
March 30th feels like tomorrow... and at the same time years away. The baby will apparently triple in size between now and when he shows up, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I experience a slightly less dramatic weight gain in that time.
My back is starting to feel the impact of the extra weight up front, and it's started to feel like I'm walking around with a backpack filled with bricks whenever I walk up the stairs. In this cold, it's my only form of exercise, so I have to be diligent about not being lazy on the elevator and escalators.
Physical Therapy is covered by health insurance (so I've been told), and I have a litany of stretches and movements I'm supposed to be doing hourly (!) It's hard to be good about doing them religiously when I have zero privacy at my desk. If all else fails, there is a great pre-natal massage therapist that I happen to have a gift certificate to... Thanks, husband, for a fabulous holiday gift!
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