It seems third trimester means different things to different people — there is some disagreement about whether it starts in week 27 or 28. Regardless, I'm officially there (and then some) and I can't believe it.

My doctor told me most pregnant women complain the most in the first and third trimesters, and that's true enough. I haven't got too much to complain about, but I have experienced a weird return to the occasional morning pukies, which is really, really not cool. I am going to check with my doctor, because my over-googling has found third trimester nausea and vomiting to be a sign of preeclampsia. If that doctor from the IMSS clinic ends up being right about that, I am going to be so annoyed. Well, more than annoyed of course! Annoyed and preeclamptic.

More than the physical stuff, I just cannot believe that in less than three months I am going to have a baby. That is just so surreal. Despite having researched everything and being enrolled in not one but TWO childbirth classes, I feel totally unprepared for this step. Not that I think I'll be a bad mom, I just am not there yet, you know? The thought is a bit troubling. I know I will fall in love with my baby once I meet him/her, but right now an extended gestation seems like it wouldn't be such a terrible idea. Of course, ask me again when I'm as big as a house.

I am, however, very excited for a trip this weekend to LA. My sweet friends are throwing me a baby shower and I am so happy to have that experience with them!