I am officially in my third trimester and Sunflower now has a 90-95% chance of survival! Next week is doctor week. My glucose test on Tuesday and I'm accepting I likely have GD based on my personal and family history. I'll miss eating carbs but there are certainly worse things that can happen. I'm practically giddy to see little dude on Wednesday at the MFM. He's very quiet lately. I've read at this point movement is more personality than well being, and he does move, just not that much. My placenta is positioned in a way that I should feel his every move, but hopefully all is well.
I'm not sure if its pregnancy or because I'm home a lot more but I seem to notice every single dent, stain or scratch. I look at a bump on the ceiling and wonder if it was always there, or if its new. We are talking to a handyman who would paint some of our rooms, and the ceilings, replace some window sills and possibly even replace our foyer hardwood floor for a pretty reasonable price. I need to double check with my doctor if its safe for me to be around the dust that will ensue from ceiling painting (we are converting our popcorn ceiling to smooth) and then its game on. The thing with having a house is, just when you think you've fixed an issue, another one springs up. I feel like donald duck on a boat that pops a hole, you plug it in with your toe, and then another one pops up that you plug with your thumb, but the more you plug, the more holes spring loose. Some people are made to be home owners. My dad and brother get positively starry eyed discussing fan replacements, or mowing the lawn but Jack and I feel nauseous just driving past a Home Depot.
We bought this house in our early 20's because our parents pressured us. We thought we were supposed to. While home owning has benefits its been a big source of stress. I used to resist the concept of having a child for some time as a direct result of this. People were pressuring us to TTC and I didn't want to do something because it was an expectation. I wanted to do it beacuse I wanted to. I find it ironic that I had to struggle as I did to actually become a parent but at least I can't say that someone else was the reason for my decision. Though a baby will also bring with it responsibility much like this house has brought, I am doing this because I wanted it badly and I will have no resentment that I was pressured into it.
Next goal: 30 weeks. Thirty has never looked so good!