See you next week.

Here's some recent pictures.

I have my own dinner shelf.

Strange how Baby is helping me eat and then all of a sudden that role is drastically reversed.

Wow. Lady in Red, I'd say. Happy Valentine's Day. Look at that tent! Small animals could find shelter under that canopy.

Now to the doctor update. The ultrasound looked good and Baby's estimated weight at this time is 7 1/2 pounds. I know many people who have taken home this size baby from the hospital. No hope on this end for that scenario! The doc. checked to see if anything is happening or progressing. Nope. Baby's not going anywhere. She's perfectly content and not a one bit ready to move out. She is refusing to pack her bags and dragging her feet out the door. Hmm....sounds like her mom. Maybe once I have that hospital bag completely packed she'll get the hint. Though I'm OK if that doesn't happen for another week yet. Which is basically what the doctor said. See you next week.

I did ask her how late she would let me go if I was over-due and she said not more than a week. So I asked if she'd let me go a week and a day. We originally wanted a March baby, and if I'm going late anyway, I asked if I could wait until March 1st. I probably won't want to at the time, but she said that she was fine with that even though she didn't think Baby would wait that long. So she scheduled an induction for 11:00am on March 1st, but made it clear to the Birth Center that she didn't think I'd go that long anyway.

If I did go that long, Baby would be around 9 pounds by that time! Yowza. But apparently she's just fine with that. Did I tell you that a couple of weeks ago when Justin was with me she asked how big he was when he was born? He said 9 lb. 1 oz. and she said, "Oh-well that's not so bad." Gripping the edges of the exam table in shock and horror, I exclaimed, "NOT SO BAD?! Not so bad for YOU, but I'm not so sure how I feel about giving birth to a 9 pounder!" Now, I'm not expecting anything less than 8 really, because I was 8.1 and Justin was 9.1. That makes for fair-sized offspring. But seriously. Over 9 pounds and I reach levels of anxiety that I'd rather not address.

Clearly this lady hasn't had a child that size or surely I would have sensed some empathy coming my way. Instead, an encouraging "not so bad." Not so bad.

Oh and here's another little tid-bit that we discovered from the ultrasound that I will state now and then choose to ignore and immediately try to block out of my mind for obvious reasons: The circumference around Baby's head is estimated at 33 cm. Get out your little sewing tape and measure a circle that is 33 centimeters around. Do it. Then YOU tell ME how that's going to fit out of ANYWHERE. I've done the math and I just don't see how it's possible. In any way.

So while I'm still hoping for a March baby, I know what that will entail. In no way does it paint a pretty picture.