Hello 3rd trimester. Good bye sleep. It seems like the universe is against me getting a good nights sleep before I have to give up on sleep all together. "What? You're exhausted? Here, let me make it difficult to find a comfortable position. Wait, how did you fall asleep? Let me bring a super loud thunderstorm with hail to your window, that ought to wake you up. Or better yet, let me put something outside on the deck so Koby will feel the need to bark his head off and wake up the whole house. Okay, now what... I know, lets see how many places we can put Mason's elbow to annoy you, and we can make him snore too! Won't that be fun!" For the record, no it isn't fun. It isn't fun at all.
Personally I'm not that worried. First of all, judging by the drum playing gymnast inside of me, I'm sure she is a fighter. Second, my feet have swelled before when I wasn't even pregnant. The first time I was about 12 or so and I forgot to put sunscreen on my feet at a car show. I may have gotten a little sun poisoning that year, and my feet got nice and fat. When I flew to Europe which was about a 16 hour flight, I had NO swelling. But when I flew to Hawaii, which was only a 10 hour flight, while sitting down to dinner that evening, I actually felt them inflate. FUN. Then a year or so after that, at another car show (with sun screen this time, you don't make that mistake twice) my feet magically grew. In other words, maybe my bladder isn't as big as I think it is. I just carry the fluid in my feet instead of processing it like a normal person. Except this time, the swelling isn't confined to my feet. It has moved on to my entire body. My arms, wrists, legs, chin, and perhaps worst of all, my butt. Seriously, wasn't that already big enough?
In other news, it's finally here! Project 365 is up and running. Please come and join me there as well, I'm sure I could use the motivation.