My third trimester has officially started! I know that exclamation point at the end of that previous sentence would lead you to believe that I am excited, but I’m really not. Don’t get me wrong, I am very excited to meet the new little bunchkin that is growing inside of me, but I am not excited about my third trimester. For me, the third trimester represents incredible amounts of weight gain, horrible heartburn, major fatigue but the inability to sleep comfortably, and walking the speed of a snail because you have a human being laying directly on your crotch. (I know, graphic, but you get the point.) I’ve gained 15 pounds so far, but who knows what’s going to happen over the next 3 months?! And I love it when people say, “Have you tried walking? It really helped me with labor and delivery.” That’s their nice way of saying, “Wow! You’ve gained weight!” I wanted to put a picture of myself up so I can look back in 3 months and think about how skinny I was, even though right now I feel fat and it took me about 20 tries to actually take a picture that I would post on the internet. Okay, enough of my complaining, but you’ve all been here, right? Maybe not, some of you wear size small maternity pants and put on your old jeans a week after the baby is born. Alright, I’m gonna go puke now.