You know you're in your 3rd trimester when...

So, I think it's finally happened and I guess it took long enough. I feel pregnant. Really, truly pregnant.

Gone are the days of a cute tiny bump, wearing 4 inch heels all day long, and strangers still wondering if your pregnant or just ate a quarter-pounder with cheese for lunch. Now my belly looks like I swallowed a watermelon (and two honeydews up top, and two cantaloupes on my backside), I wore sneakers (SNEAKERS!) twice last week, and total strangers greet me with "Hi Mama!" "Congrats!" or "Boy or Girl?".

I have been feeling wonderful the entire past 7 months, and now I am starting to feel...well, pregnant I guess. I still feel good, so I'm not complaining (per se), but things just change when you hit your 3rd tri-mester.
There are a few things that I have noticed most notably in the past couple of weeks...so I entitle this- (and I worn you, some is not for the faint of heart, or stomach. Or men. Men might not like hearing some of this stuff.)

You know you're in your 3rd trimester when:
- You hit your belly when closing the stall door when using the restroom at work
- You think of a game plan before bending down to or sitting on the ground. You need to make sure there is something in arms reach to prop your self back up, or you may be chillin' on the floor for a while.
- You call your husband from another room, just to turn on a light.
- You get really pissed off when Macy's is on the other side of the mall from Bloomingdale's.
- You consider getting into your car to drive from Macy's to Bloomingdale's.
- Every closet in your entire house has been organized and re-organized...and most of the stuff inside the closets has been thrown away.
- You find yourself praying in the middle of the night for just "30 minutes of continuous sleep" PLEASE SLEEP GODS! Have mercy on me!
- You need to leave work a few minutes earlier just to make your train on time.
- Eating has become an hourly necessity. Unless you want to deal with a majorly cranky, starving, crazy woman.
- You start to use your belly as a snack table.
- Your exercise becomes walking up one flight of stairs. Even though you sound like you just ran a marathon because you are so out of breath.
-You grunt and moan a lot. And not the good type of grunting and moaning.
- Double chin. I hate it. ugh.
- It kinda looks like a cat scratched up the sides of your hips a bit.
- Your legs look like a kindergartner shaved them.
- You start to look like a 70s porn star (yeah, you know exactly what I mean.)

Only 9 more weeks until we get to meet Baby!

...and loving every minute of it.