Entering the third trimester, I'm even more nervous about being confident that we're having this baby. We went to South Lake Tahoe and on our first night my ankles blew up like balloons. I've never had swelling like that except with a sprain. My husband asked if I wanted to cut the trip short but I said no, I'd just tough it out. It hasn't happened since coming home.

What did happen when we got home was the very day after we'd returned, I got slammed with some kind of stomach bug. I couldn't eat and vomitted up all the water I tried to drink. It was painful! And to add insult to injury, all that barfing was accompanied by diarrhea. At the onset, I was only planning to vomit and ended up messing my pajamas. It was embarassing, uncomfortable, and most of all, frustrating. My fever got up to 101 but I got it down with one dose of Tylenol. All the awful bodily functions only lasted a day, but it took me another day in bed to just to let my muscles recoup. It felt like I'd strained every muscle and then some. Then Mike ended up going through the same thing, although without the dirty laundry. The one good thing I can say is that we weren't sick at the same time. It's a nightmare when that happens because neither of us can take care of the other. Once again, Powerade came to our rescue. I was able to keep it down even though he wasn't, but his barfing intervals went a little longer when he was drinking it.

My second day in bed, the baby was the most active it's ever been. I couldn't really enjoy it. I just wanted to lie still and try to relax but I was getting random sharp jabs all over my insides. The next day, it was nearly silent. I guess all that activity would make anyone pooped. I'm hoping that's what is going on today. I felt a couple of gurgling movements but it's been extremely slow. I'm doing my best not to freak out. I find myself often thinking, "Yup, baby's dead." But then a few moments later I'll feel a small movement. It's enough to make me lose my mind. My next OB appointment is in less than a week and I made an appointment for a 3D sonogram for the day before that. I keep thinking to myself I hope I didn't jinx everything by making that appointment.

It's absolutely amazing to me that we've made it this far. I was almost determined that we'd never see this point and now I'm anxiuos about losing it all. It's a very bittersweet feeling to have come all this way to the last third and know that it could still be taken away at any moment and by the time I realize something is wrong it will be too late.