Lately

New York, 2012

The city has been gloomy and muggy this week, to match my mood. I think I've just been exhausted and am finding simple tasks like cleaning the flat or holding coherent conversations to be daunting. It's almost like a return to the first trimester in that a trip to the mailbox seems like a great accomplishment, after which I need to recover with multiple episodes of Interior Therapy and gallons of water.

I guess it's the third trimester creeping up on me. Am feeling increasingly anti-social and a bit more uncomfortable. Whereas time was racing by about a month ago, it's starting to grind to a halt. 12 weeks to go seems like a loooong time.

But the good news is that baby is doing just dandy (sucking up all my superpowers in the process.) At our checkup today he was weighing in at 2 pounds, 12 ounces, so nearly twice the size he was at 24 weeks. He is hanging upside down like a bat with his feet by his face. A future yogi!  Doesn't look very comfortable to me but what do I know about fetuses.