Spoke Too Soon

Our wee friend changed positions just enough to where the sum of her movements for today have all involved my bladder, save one really special series of kicks directly on my cervix.

However, though I risk jinxing it by saying anything, I'm feeling pretty damn good. No, not as good as not being pregnant and instead being the hockey-playing mother to a fantastic perfectly healthy little girl will feel, but pretty damn good.

I think all my trimesters have been sorta backwards -- I wasn't at all extra tired during the first, was completely exhausted in the second and now, in the third, I have a crapload more energy and fewer aches and pains than I did in the third. I don't know what's up with that but I'm doing my best to channel the energy into getting ready for this kid.