Hello again, 5am!  The morning-person in me is back and ready to go!  I've been able to reinstate my morning gym visits.  M/W/F mornings the bump and I blast the arms a bit and then hit the elliptical for about 30 minutes.  It feels great!  And I know I better relish it while I can as I'm sure the third trimester fatigue is lurking not too far off in the wings just waiting to pounce.  I'm also still loving my prenatal yoga (who knew?) which I do after I walk the doggies Tuesday and Thursday mornings.  Where is my husband during all of this?  Oh, he's sleeping.  I learned long ago that trying to interact with him anytime before 7am will only get you Frankenstein-style grunts in response.  He is not a morning person.  But, in all fairness, try talking to me after 9pm and you'll find I grow more and more Frankenstein by the minute.