My darling midwife just left (we often end up having the most interesting existential discussions. So enjoyable) and instead of dumping this on one or two people via email, I thought I'd go ahead and force all of you to listen. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
For those of you not keeping daily track of Pointy Bird's impending arrival, today I would be called 26 weeks and 5 days pregnant and I am...large. Large and in charge. I've even had to place a ThredUp order for even BIGGER maternity clothes because the first round are dangerously close to making me look like I'm about to audition for the title role in the Civic Theater's stage production of Baby Huey.
And by "large" I mean I'm just four pounds away from my full-term, delivery date weight with Mary. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to manage to gain just 4 big ones in the next 13 weeks.
Hah. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Opposite! Opposite day!
No. Imma break a record this time, y'all.
But, speaking of sizeness, PB is head down like a responsible young man and ye olde belleh is measuring at a nice, juicy 31 weeks huge. Also, it's a good thing I opted for the ultrasound, because if it weren't for that she would still be wondering if there wasn't a second baby hiding in there.
Large. And for photographic evidence of said largeness, feel free to clicky aqui.
But, I passed the glucose test with flying colors, my blood iron level is thru da roof (in a good way), and the baby kindly kicked sweet Linda right on the hands while she was feeling for his position. He is not shy, this boy. So a great appointment all around.
Hey, here's an unrelated photo.
I finally finished embroidering my Quilts of Valor square and actually mailed it off to Cari! Less than two weeks late, y'all. That's gotta be worthy of some kind of prize, I swear.