A lunch conversation reminded me that I am only 2.5 months away to my delivery. Sounds pretty scary yeah?! At 30 weeks, I am officially in my third trimester. Other than being so huge that I cannot see my feet when standing upright, life seems to be slowly reverting to the nauseated first trimester days. I can't seem to digest most of my food, and often find myself hugging the toilet bowl. This is actually good news to me given Dr F's incessant complains that I am putting on too much weight. But, really...I have only gained 12kg after 7 months....is it really that much? Let's see if the nausea and puking can help keep my weight gain in check. At 30 weeks, I should really be getting excited with all the shopping I can go crazy with for Beanie especially during this season of endless baby fairs. However, I am either too lazy to go out and join the crowd, or I start getting aches all over after only walking for a bit. Pregnant or not, I have never liked crowds, much less