Woohoo! Today is the first day of my 37th week. Which means that today the Sprout is officially full term. Now we just have to wait till he’s ready. I am very impatient, but obviously, I have no choice in the matter. :)
Perhaps horizontal stripes were a poor choice.
Plus, I am so freakin’ sick of maternity clothes! I squeezed into this non-preggo shirt this morning, and figured I was good to go. On second thought, it might be a little too tight, but I could really care less at this point. My co-workers said I looked cute, but they might have just said it to be nice.
He's getting big in there!
I check out my belly in the mirror every night and this weekend I think he dropped a little. I’m certainly noticing a lot more low movement — perhaps a little elbow or fist jabbing me on the inside of the hip bone. Let me tell you… It feels SO WEIRD! He did it while Mike and I were watching a movie the other night. It happened so fast and without warning that it startled me off the couch.
This may come as a shock to you, but I have almost no concept of how to care for a newborn. Everyone keeps saying, “Just feed him and change him; you’ll be fine!” I mean, I’ve been reading the Baby Book, trying to cram for the trial-by-fire final exam. No amount of cheating is going to help and there’s no bonus extra-credit. I’ve done my share of babysitting, but never a tiny newborn. Rough and tumble toddlers are more my style. It’s not going to be pretty!
