I'm nearing 34 weeks, the first two trimesters were alright. In fact, up til maybe two weeks ago I've been fine, haven't felt too unwieldy or "pregnant," but now I'm feeling full of baby, gasping for breath, and exhausted after the briefest exertions even though I've exercised consistently since I got pg and have been perfectly fit. Blast.
I'm spending a lot of time reading and writing, and working on little jumpers and nappy covers for baby. And a patchwork quilt. Just ready to not be pregnant, want it to be done with. I keep telling myself the baby will be here soon enough and I'll look back fondly on time to myself, being able to sleep in, having time to write and think, but honestly I'm getting so uncomfortable I don't give a dmn.