We had our 28 week appointment on Tuesday, and the doctor was able to feel my tummy to see how the baby's positioned. Most interesting tidbit? I found out that the kicks and pokes I had assumed were elbows and feet are actually Keira's tiny little butt bumping around as she's busy flipping and turning. Her butt!

OK, I'm simply huge. Felix and I caught the end of Ben and Jean's baby shower on Saturday, and among the various cute party games they played, guests cut varying lengths of string to guess at how big Jean is at this point. With only about a month and a half left to go, Jean looks adorably pregnant and appropriately mommy-to-be-sized. For "fun," Felix had me measure myself with string as well, after which we gave it to Jean to put around her waist for comparison.

I'm bigger. By about 3 inches, at least. And I'm a full month behind her due date!

To make things worse, I woke up on Sunday and eagerly opened my weekly Baby Center newsletter e-mail...only to discover that the top-line news flash of the day was to congratulate me on entering my third trimester, during which the average woman puts on an additional 11 pounds. Where on earth are THOSE pounds going to go?!?!?!

I've already outgrown several of my maternity outfits, including ones that promised I could wear them through to the very end. Liars. And the realization that I might have to start my maternity leave early simply because I'm going to become so monstrous that I won't even be able to stand up, much less get around, has really started to sink in. Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhh........

The stranger "when are you due?" count is up to six people. I'm fine with it, mostly. Besides, it'll only get worse with the pounds I'm inevitably going to put on in my final trimester. I just hope my back can hold out long enough for the little baby to be born.

Last week was the worst. I actually had to wake Felix up in the middle of the night because I was stuck on my back like a sad, sad turtle. Poor groggy Felix had to use both his hands to help turn me onto my left side 'cause I just couldn't pull it off on my own. NOT a good sign for what lays ahead.