Wow Kaytee, a 3lb poo, that's incredible - that's like nearly half the weight of a baby! I'm impressed. Tonight I think it's fairly safe to say that I won the award for the smelliest poo. I didn't weigh mine though.
I'm now at the stage of visible pregnancy where people are offering me to skip to the front of the queue. This has happened to me a couple of times for toilets, which I appreciate (although have declined in classic British style) and also in museums, where for some reason people think I have greater urgency than non-pregnant people. Not convinced the same thing will happen when I get back to London (although I'll learn to milk it if it does).
Bucking the trend here: I'm actually quite enjoying my pregnancy. I've been lucky not to be too unwell, and have been enjoying the feeling of being pregnant, especially since the kicking/somersaults started. It's all whizzed by so far and I've been so busy at work that I don't feel I've been making the most of it. I'd like to do more yoga classes, resume swimming etc, and am looking forward to NCT and buying clothes/furniture etc for the baby. So when I get back from hol at the weekend, I'm going to try to prioritise "me time" over work time. No more stupid working til 2am. Am thinking of signing up to various classes eg preg yoga on weekday evenings, so I've got an excuse to leave at specific times and have a chilled evening.
I'm sure the last 3 months will fly. I'd actually like it to last longer. Things are quite easy for me now - I have the enjoyment of nurturing a baby but without the hassle of cleaning up poonamis etc
I also suspect I'll get less sleep after the baby's born (and sleep is very precious to me). So I wouldn't mind keeping it inside me for a little while longer!