Thanksgiving day, all you can do is sit there at the oven window and stare, waiting for that little thermometer to pop up to tell you that the turkey is done. You have waited all year for that moment when the thing pops out and it's like a little bell in your head goes "ding! dinner time!" You pull yourself away from the football game that day and eat turkey until you are so stuffed that you literally put yourself into a food coma.
I am not baking a turkey, but I feel like I am, and now all I have to do is sit there and stare at my belly button long enough and it will pop out right? It's my built in turkey timer, yes? Every day it's like a new thing happens to my belly button. It's in, it's a little out, it's wider, it's more shallow. Wheeeeen is it going to pop out already?!?!
As of this date, I have 37 days left to go, I plan on making it shorter than that, of course, I may not have a choice in it being shorter.
I went to my very last sonogram appointment this morning. There still is a kid in there, he looks less like a lump and more like a child! Believe it or not, Beau and I have created what looks to be like a little hairy human being. I know, that's pretty amazing, considering that the two of us expected this hideous monster, but you know, he's actually cooking coming along quite nicely.
However, there are two problems that the sonogram technician lady noticed. First and foremost, like his daddy, he is going to be a real big pain. He is still not in the right position to get the hell out. She said, he still has time to turn around and go head first, but I'm not going to hold my breath on that, nothing ever really goes my way. -lol-
Second problem she noticed, is that I am at the very low end of the normal amount of amniotic fluid. Which means more water, and the possibility of bedrest if my Dr. Babe feels as though it's a problem. I'll find that out come Monday when I go in for my regularly scheduled appointment.
At this point he weighs 4 pounds and 13 ounces. He's almost five pounds and I have....oh...5 more weeks to go. They say, that your baby gains a pound every week at the end once you hit a certain week. Oh my god. I've just gone cross eyed. I can calculate. I have 5 weeks left, and he is already almost 5 pounds. Does this mean I am going to have a ten pound freaking watermelon? I hope to hell NOT. Nothing wrong with big children, especially big babies, but I don't want to squeeze him out. He can stay until he loses a little weight. Yup yup, that's my plan. I can only hope that I'll be lucky enough to get him out before he's 10 pounds. No 10 pound babies!!!
At any rate, I'm not posting this at home, so when I get home, probably tomorrow, I will be able to scan and post the new sonogram pics. Nothing spectacular, just a profile and proof that he has hair on the back of his head.
Oh. Seeing a fetal heartbeat on a sonogram, for me and the best friend, Shelley, was like watching a little man inside a box pretending to be a crane. I don't know if that makes any sense to anyone else but the two of us, but I figured I would mention it, because it kept us entertained for quite a bit while my son was being stubborn and not moving for the lady.
Amber
