Not Much Longer...

I had my 37 week appointment today and all was well - weight, blood pressure, baby's heart rate, etc. The dr did an exam and I am only 1 cm dilated and not effaced at all. She was concerned about the size of the baby so immediately sent me upstairs for an ultrasound. Everything was great. They confirmed it is a girl. She is head down and very low in my pelvis. She's measuring about 38 weeks and is estimated right now to be 7 pounds 6 oz. I have my next appointment Thursday and I bet the dr won't let me go too much longer.

Everything is ready for her to come. I do still need to wash everything in Dreft. Her nursery is complete except for my glider/ottoman. We ordered it almost 14 weeks ago but the material is back ordered. I hope to at least have it by her first birthday at this rate.

Here is a glimpse of her with the 4d ultrasound

Baby Grace's Showers

Carpe Diem

With only 5 weeks left and getting more uncomfortable at every turn, it's easy to wish Grace would hurry up and get here. It doesn't help that my dr thinks she'll come early and that is in my head. Well today as I was leaving a public restroom at Schlotsky's, I realized that my days of pottying by myself are short. On top of that, how I'm going to hate messing with the nasty, germ filled public restrooms with a newborn, toddler, little girl, etc. Then I started thinking about all the other things I'll no longer be able to do by myself. I really think my 1 1/2 hour getting dressed routine is going to drastically change. Then what about a simple task like taking the garbage can to the street? Do I leave her unattended for those few minutes or do I strap her in the baby bjorn and let her come along? I need to relax and enjoy these last few weeks with just Steve, Ginger and I. My friend Carol brought up a good point along these lines. She said to enjoy these days when I have Grace to myself. I still smile, rub my belly and tell her I love her every time I feel her move. Even the times when her feet get stuck under my ribs.

Oh, the games we play

I'm hoping anyone that has had to step on the scale every few weeks can relate to this one. I had my 33 week appointment today - the last was Dec 19 - right before the holidays. So obviously I was worried about what the scale would say. Even not being pregnant, everyone worries about holiday weight gain. So I get up this morning and it's in the low 50s - FRIGID by Corpus Christi standards. I have always worn flip flops to my appointments - flip flops being another Corpus standard. I didn't want any of my weight gain to be attributed to shoes vs flip flops. I put my shoes on the scale and it said they didn't weigh anything. So I weighed myself with and without my shoes and there was a 2 pound difference! My obvious choice was the flip flops. I hoped no one would notice and of course the nurse said "Aren't your feet cold?" So I admitted my plan which turned out to be a good one because I'd only gained 1 pound.

So far so good. The dr said she is head down - something I knew because she consistently kicks my ribs. And I'm measuring a week early - so I'm not small after all!