Third Trimester
So I guess I’ve been in the third trimester for a little while now? I’m feeling some heartburn, and my back is really achy—I don’t remember my back hurting me this much when I was pregnant with Robin, but Sam assures me that I complained about it then too. Overall, though, I feel pretty good. I’ve been sleeping fairly well and I have enough energy to get through the day, and most importantly of all, I’ve been reasonably sane. The hormone-driven mood swings are by far my least favorite part of pregnancy, but there haven’t been too many of them, and the rest of the time I’m calm and chipper.
We’re trying to prepare Robin for the arrival of his little brother, with pretty limited success. He understands that there’s a baby in my belly: he’ll give me kisses and pats on the stomach, and he often points to my tummy and says “Baby!” Unfortunately, he also seems to think there’s a baby in his belly. He often pulls up his shirt, points to his own tummy, and says, with the same beaming expression, “Baby!” So there’s some confusion there.
I really don’t think the concept of a baby brother is going to make a lot of sense to Robin until the day we bring one home for him. But he does show a lot of interest in babies on the sidewalk and at the park, and he plays nicely with kids younger than him, so I’m hopeful that he’ll be happy with Davy when the time comes.
