Little, our baby…no. I guess it is probably my fault that since I decided I wanted to have children and get married I made the standing joke that I would marry someone taller than me to give my offspring a fighting chance. Standing 4’10″, I thought this was a legitimate idea and married someone 6’3″. I didn’t realize that genetics work better than anticipated. No. We haven’t had the baby yet. I did have what I thought was some pre-labor contraction stuff going on, but it turned out to be nothing — just Braxton Hicks. Instead, at our doctor’s appointment yesterday, we learned that our baby is really going to be born as a full fledged NHL hockey player ready to sign with the San Jose Sharks at a moment’s notice (Sorry, Carl and I have switched over from the Bruins every since Joe Thornton left the team — plus Mike Grier plays for San Jose and I did go to middle school with him). Due to measurements, our baby is around 8+ pounds right now with an estimate foot size of 3 inches. Don’t worry because our doctor says that the bone development is done with the baby so any weight he gains from here on in is fat related and well you can just squeeze that out. Look people, I don’t know about you, but I really don’t see this whole experience working like a tube of toothpaste where if you have trouble you just fold the tube down. Regardless, we are very lucky because our baby is extremely cute based on the 3-D pics we saw yesterday. His nose is not mine for all of you who thought that might be the case. My husband recognized it as his nose as a baby, as well as his father’s nose. The baby does have the cutest little chubby cheeks. Me, well, I am still plugging along. Although my new ailment includes what I would call swimmer’s ear…only I am stuck in the basement in the guest room not on an island beach while insulation is blown into my attic. Regardless, I am holding out that the baby arrives like 3% of all other babies on his due date. I figure one friend went about two weeks early recently and another went two week late so I am destined to actually be on time for once in my life.
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The Perfect Number
28 is a perfect number. At least, I am taking my husband’s word on this one — after all he is a math teacher. Tomorrow is October 28th. I think it sounds like a great day to have a baby. As would a teacher in my husband’s department who chose it as his day for the pool (yes, I’m not above betting on this whole situation especially if I get 50% of the profits or rather my baby does — it’s the same reason many people are surprised I let my husband play in so many golf tournaments, but when he leaves $100 cash on the table after winning it works). However, I am still trying to convince my baby that he would like to leave the womb tomorrow. Instead, he chooses to have major dance parties to the amniotic fluid. As he continues to kick out the jams, I realize that his foot is getting bigger. Last ultrasound, the technician unofficially declared that he is probably about eight pounds by now. If babies really do gain a half pound a week, I could be in for some trouble starting a week or two from now. All in all, I am thinking maybe he’ll pop out on Thursday since that is the day the insulation guys and appliance guys are coming to work on our house. Until then, I will continue my job as bed rest goddess.
