As a very astute reader noted, I am now down to double-digits: less than 100 days until my due date. For some reason this doesn’t feel too significant to me, but it did make me say, “Wow.”

But next week, next week is the big one: next week starts my third trimester. And that blows me away. Yes, actually this has been going by quickly for me. After 14 weeks when I started being able to enjoy it rather than just fret about everything – and especially once she started moving consistently – suddenly this pregnancy is moving smoothly from week to week and I’m not quite sure how I’ve gotten here.

Second trimester has been kind to me. Yes, the damn heartburn (again, a bad bad name: I have no issues in my chest, just a gross burning in my throat), but honestly that’s more of an irritation than anything; I feel it frequently, and once in a while it’ll keep me awake, but it’s not really impeding anything. The leg cramps are certainly painful, but I’ve learned ways to manage them, prevent them, and this past week have been for the most part cramp-free. But the rest? The rest is great. I feel good. I feel less achy now than I did in the beginning of this pregnancy. My hips don’t hurt. I only waddle when she’s on my bladder. I haven’t gained much weight. My boobs are full without being huge, and aren’t tender or painful. I have an adorable baby belly. It’s like I have enough symptoms and discomforts to feel definitely pregnant, but without anything really being a problem. It’s a lovely place to be, this second trimester.

I know it’s going to get harder from here on out… emotionally as well as physically. Right now I’m just riding in a very comfortable space, but am aware the the anxiety can come back at any time. Plus I know things are going to get harder on my body as I get closer to my due date. But it’s all good. I’ll just enjoy this part while I can.