Week 38

Well, as of Monday morning we've made it to Week 38 and the 2 weeks that Dr. Radpour predicted I wouldn't.

I was a bit anxious going into last Monday's appointment just because I wasn't sure if I had progressed or not. When I pulled up to my clinic I saw my doctor sprinting across the parking lot to the hospital. I figured he'd be a bit late. Sure enough, his nurse told me that he had dashed over there to deliver a baby. His speediness back just confirmed that the nurses do about everything except catch the baby. I was back in my car in less than an hour and he had seen another women before me AND delivered a healthy baby boy.

Everything seems to be moving along on schedule. By Dr. Radpour estimated that the little one probably weighed about 6 1/2 to 7 lbs last week. This is just by an external exam and his feeling of the baby. My blood pressure was well within the normal range and the baby's heartbeat was at 140 bpm. Last Monday I was a full 2 centimeters dilated and 90% effaced.

I continue to feel pretty good and am able to do about anything I want although squating and putting on my tennis shoes is getting harder. Sunday was a clean the house, do laundry, do dishes day. One of the last tasks I tackled was a light cleaning of my car. Travis commented that I sure didn't act pregnant. I told him I wasn't sure what that meant. I will admit I tire much easier and I don't walk (waddle) nearly as fast.

We've always known that the little one could come at any time but now it REALLY could be at any time, it's kind of weird to live your life like that. Travis and I were talking that we hadn't been to Cracker Barrel for breakfast in a long time. We decided to go in 2 weeks - we decided you should go ahead and plan - who knows what will happen.

Because so many people know that we are close to delivering we have had friends sure we are at the hospital when we don't answer our phones. My parents are sure I'm in labor every time I call (they are on "baby watch" as they call it) and I'm nearly afraid to skip an outing just because people will think something is happening. We've assured everyone that they will receive a phone call when it happens (but not during the middle of the night).

This Friday is supposed to be my official last day of work - an agreed upon date with my boss so that they could find someone to replace me and I would have time to train them. Well, they don't have anyone yet so we will see how long I'll actually work. If I don't have the baby this week I'll discuss it with my boss. I'm afraid I'll go crazy at home if I am not working.

Until next week or the baby comes....