37 weeks.

it's been several weeks since i've sat down and updated this blog. i'm currently 37 weeks along and one official year older (happy birthday to me!). my husband has taken to calling me 'the eclipse' because i block the sunlight when i stand in front of the window (according to him) and random strangers feel that it's ok to say things to me like 'wow, you look ready to pop'. gee, thanks.


my appointment schedule has really picked up in pace as i am now in the clinic for one ultrasound, one ob check and two non-stress tests per week. i basically live at the doctor's office. apparently this is what it's like to be a 'high risk pregnancy' (due to the diabetes and now, my age if you can believe it). thankfully, i rarely live up to people's standards because this pregnancy has really been anything but 'high risk' (knock on wood). my blood sugars have been great for pretty much the whole pregnancy, the baby in my belly is very healthy and developing normally (if not a little on the large side) and i have pretty much enjoyed almost every hour of the last 37 weeks. granted, now that i'm headlong into my ninth and final (yikes!!!) month, i am getting more and more tired and worn out. this kid is getting a bit heavy to lug around, at least in my uterus. my back is starting to get a little more sore and i find it more and more difficult to reach any area on my body outside of arm's length. not that i'm complaining (yes i am), but i think i might ready to meet this little one face to face.


biggest news of late is that i am officially scheduled for a cesarean. disappointing to say the least, but best for everyone involved. our little girl is 'frank breech' (head in my ribcage, butt by the cervix and feet by her face) and absolutely refuses to move! i went to the hospital for a scheduled external cephalic version (ugh) to try and turn the baby, but it was unsuccessful. so, unless this stubborn little girl decides at the last minute to flip, i'm looking at a slice and dice and missing out on the 'joys' of labor. no 'honey it's time' situation, no counting contractions, no breathing through the pain (wait, am i complaining?). truthfully, i definitely feel like i'm going to miss out on something really special, but it all comes down to the health of our kid; as long as she arrives healthy and happy, i guess i really don't care how she gets here. and besides, people say cesarean babies and quite beautiful. no pointy head, so we've got that to look forward to.


the excitement around out house is palpable. still have things to get done around here, but the nursery is looking pretty much complete. i'm blessed to have awesome family and friends who have thrown me not one but two baby showers in my honor; both were fun days filled with lot's of smiles and great food. i recently bought a baby book to start putting together, which i'm really looking forward to; there is a spot for an ultrasound picture (we have a TON of them) and think i'll choose either one where she's sucking her thumb (hello braces) or one where you can see her fuzzy hair really well. every time we go in for an ultrasound, the tech will say something like 'wow! look at all that hair!'. tony says if the baby comes out with an afro, he's demanding a paternity test. i asked him if he's looked in a mirror lately; if that kid comes out with an afro, it's definitely his.


me at 37 weeks...(you knew i couldn't be so lucky to avoid stretch marks completely, didn't you?)