27 weeks!

In very little time I will be saying goodbye to my second trimester. The one that is supposedly the easiest.
I'm still waiting for that energy to kick in like everyone said it would!!! :)

I'm not really that big, though I feel huge. It's all belly. I am carrying around a heavy basketball. There are days when I think it is rather cute, and days where I curse it. Last night at the grocery store I couldn't bend over to get some things out of the cart - belly was in the way. I had to bend at the knees and do this wierd sideways reach thing to get everything.
And may I add, that there were two grown men in front and behind me and no one offered to help. Tsk!! Where are all these southern manners!?

It's getting more difficult to sleep now. I've reached that point where rolling over is a chore. I think I've officially lost use of my abs. I have to use my arms to push myself up and over. For some reason I'm more comfortable on the couch than in the bed. So usually halfway through the night I end up there.
And the potty breaks. I can no longer make my entire commute without having to stop for one. My commute is 45 minutes long (depending on traffic) and I go right before, but for some reason I usually have to stop halfway and go again.

Though I've put on what I consider a lot of weight (20lbs to date) I don't see it on me except my belly. I'm maybe a smidge puffier than usual, but I really think I've got 15 lbs of belly on me alone.

This week my biggest fear was not passing my glucose test - but Hooray!! All is good there.
I'm really looking forward to next week when we have our next ultrasound. William is super active now and I can't wait to see him bouncing around. Also, if my doctor is ok with it, I'm going to try and bring my mom and Jesse's mom with us to the ultrasound. I know they'll both be super excited to see him "in person".

We've purchased the paint for his room and are getting ready to paint it. And we've signed up for childbirth classes (eek!).
The thing I hate most is not being able to do as much as I want. I want to move furniture and paint and clean out the garage, but either everything is too heavy to lift, can't be around the chemicals or I get tired so quickly that I peter out halfway through. Just doing laundry seems to take every ounce of energy I have nowadays.
I'm not used to being so helpless. It's very frustrating.