- For 32 weeks, I’m larger than life. My last fundal measurement was 40. Already. And I’m stretched tight. It’s a sort of odd, numb feeling, being stretched that far. My boobs don’t even look big any more. In comparison.
- I have a tentative birth date set. August 28, 2008. I know, it’s almost two weeks early, but seriously, it’s hard to imagine how massive this child could get, by 40 weeks. Who knows, anyway, when one might actually go into labor. My sister’s baby came that early, on his own. I’ll be getting that amnio test for lung development, just to be sure he’s ready. Because of the GD, it’s required. I think that it’s not generally required after 38 weeks under normal circumstances. I still have time to change my mind and wait until 39 weeks, but I’m having a hard time imagining how well my body’s going to hold up, if I go that long. I can barely move as is. I LOVE this giant belly, but I could do without the aching hips, legs, and feet. And the walnut sized bladder capacity. And the inability to breathe. When there’s so much child inside, everything else gets squished. And I have nearly 8 official weeks more of rapid growth, because now is when the growth really starts taking off. Yikes!
- My swanky new serger is on the blink. The needle fell out during coverstitch operation and now it isn’t working. I took it to the dealer and they found even more things wrong with it than I did – they would know, since they are familiar with sergers. This is my first, and I have no prior knowledge to compare it to, so I’m actually relieved that they found other problems. It’s all under warranty, so off for repair it goes, and hopefully it will be smooth, sweet, and deeeeeeeluxe when it returns. Meanwhile, my nesting mode sewing projects are on hold.
- I cleaned BB’s room today. I asked him if we could give some of his toys away, and he actually agreed! So I took advantage of his magnanimity and filled two huge bins with giveaways. It’s one of the mysteries of the universe, how I can go through every single toy, from the smallest lego, and go through every corner and every inch of his room, and yet things are still missing. The bottom tray of the Boggle game. Nearly all the pieces of the superheroes memory game. The shoes for his doll. I don’t throw anything away, and when I go through his things, I go through them meticulously. So where are these things? Hopefully not down the air vents. Or the toilet. BB could have thrown things away, I suppose.
- I put his bed back in his room. Positive thinking. We’ll see how that goes. He was all for it this morning, but I imagine once sleepy time rolls around, the tune may change.
- Less than six weeks! It’s just around the corner, and it seems like the next days will fly by in a whir and a blur. And then the next chapter will begin, a whir and blur of its own.
- I already bought a case of size 1 diapers. It makes me smile.
