second to third.

Time is ticking. And ticking. And ticking. I cannot believe that I am officially 27 weeks and starting my third and last trimester. Before we know it, we will be meeting our sweet boy and I'll be missing the days of pregnancy (but, of course, loving the days of mommyhood).

Baby Bryant is now sleeping and waking at regular intervals, opening and closing his little eyes, and sucking on his fingers. With more brain tissue developing, his brain is very active now. The lungs are still immature, but they would be capable of functioning--with a lot of medical help--if our little one were to be born now. Praise God.

I can chalk up any tiny rhythmic movements that I may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few moments, and they don't bother baby boy.

As for me, gone are the days of "comfort" and ease. There have been times this week that Baby Bryant has kicked my bladder and, well, I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. I find it very difficult to put on my shoes in the morning and can no longer sit with my knees to my chest. My horrible case of indigestion at night has reached an all-time low..or high? Either way, it is bad and again, I will spare you the details.

And I'm pretty positive my walk has turned into a waddle...

However, with all that being said, I am LOVING being pregnant. It's the best thing since sliced bread. Really. I thank God every day for His gift of life and for choosing me to raise, nurture, and love His precious child. It is truly humbling.

Happy Friday!