Feeling Really Huge. 32.3

So we had our latest (and, I think, final) ultrasound this morning.  Sweet P was hiding her face…pretty much IN my butt.

She also measured HUGE, but the doctor thinks her measurements might have been off due to her position.  As of right now, and those measurements, Dr. Taylor estimates our baby girl is around 5lb 9oz.  If this is the case and she keeps growing at a normal rate, that will put her at around 8 1/2 pounds when she’s delivered in just under six weeks.  EEP!

Everything else is great, though.  Kidneys look the way they’re supposed to, heart is “beautiful” and beating at 150 bpm as usual.  The section is scheduled now, officially, for December 8th at 1:00pm.  That is 5 weeks and just under 5 days from now.

I’m. So. Ready.

I’m so uncomfortable most of the time now and I know it’s for a wonderful cause…but even the mere six weeks I have left with this baby girl residing in my body feels like an eternity.   But it’s not.  The time will go by faster than I think and before I know it, I’ll be holding her.

So.  Ready.


Feeling Extra Good. 30.4

There’s a slight chill in the air.  Isa is moving around like nobody’s business.  Her heart rate is just where it ought to be (doc said she was thumping away at 150 bpm today).  And, as an added bonus, my blood pressure hasn’t shot up yet!

So it looks, so far, like we’re on track for a December 8th delivery.  I’m counting down the days (54) until I meet her and also the days until I leave work (36) and can focus my energy on preparing our apartment for her arrival.  Here’s me yesterday:


The fat ball of hair in the picture who seems to be mesmerized by the size of my belly is Rico, one of two cats who will be extremely excited to meet a little baby in a couple months.  At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Even though today marks 10 months since we lost Malcolm, staying positive about bringing his sister into the world has been pretty easy as of late.  I thought I would be a lot more stressed out about the possibility of something going wrong, but I think I’ve managed to shut down that part of my brain.  Mostly out of self-preservation, I think.  I’m picturing everything going smoothly and our little girl at home with us in just a few short weeks.  I’m picturing her in her “baby’s first Christmas” pajamas (a hand-me-down from her brother who never got to wear them).  I’m picturing everything that is good and happy and calm.

All is well.